Uqbel at-tger assurif at-tezzwerm nnif ma ulac Tamazight ulac ulac ulac ulac.
We cannot build our future without honour and there is no honour without our language. None, none, none, none. (Loose translation)
– Matoub Lounès
From the moment a Kabyle arrives in Tizi-Ouzou, he is already home. This holds true even if he still has many miles to drive along the twisting mountain roads to reach his ancestral village. The air of Tizi-Ouzou smells sweeter to him than that of Algiers, and he fills his lungs with it as he takes a deep breath. His shoulders straighten as though ridding themselves of an unseen burden, and his step becomes lighter. Continue reading