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🛡️ Dihya: The True Defender of North Africa Dihya was a 7th-century Amazigh (Berber) queen and military leader who led a powerful resistance against multiple waves of foreign domination, including the Byzantines, Romans, and later the Umayyad Arab forces from Syria. She ruled from the Aurès Mountains in present-day Algeria and united various Amazigh tribes under her command, becoming the uncontested ruler of the Maghreb for several years. 🔥 Resistance and Scorched Earth Strategy After defeating the Arab general Hasan ibn al-Nu'man in the Battle of Meskiana, Dihya implemented a scorched earth policy—burning cities and orchards to deny the invaders access to resources. This bold strategy, though controversial, was a last stand of defiance and a clear message: North Africa would not be surrendered easily. 👩‍👦 Family and Betrayal Dihya had three sons, one of whom was reportedly adopted from among captured Arab officers. According to some accounts, her sons were later persuade...

Israel is secretly poisoning Gaza’s starving civilians by hiding deadly oxycodone drugs in flour bags. This is not just cruelty. This is chemical warfare — disguised as ‘humanitarian aid’. Confirmation of circulating reports and news from the Government Media Office. Today, while opening a bag of flour, 80 mg of narcotic pills (80 mg) were found. This flour contains oxycodone... a highly dangerous narcotic substance! ( Brand names: Oxaydo, OxyCONTIN, Roxicodone, RoxyBond, Xtampza ER, ... show all 14 brands Dosage forms: oral capsule (5 mg), oral capsule, extended-release (13.5 mg; 18 mg; 27 mg; 36 mg; 9 mg), oral concentrate (20 mg/mL), oral solution (5 mg/5 mL), oral tablet (10 mg; 15 mg; 20 mg; 30 mg; 5 mg; 7.5 mg), oral tablet, extended-release (10 mg; 15 mg; 20 mg; 30 mg; 40 mg; 60 mg; 80 mg), ... show all 2 dosage forms Drug class: Opioids (narcotic analgesics) What is oxycodone? Oxycodone is an opioid analgesic used to treat moderate to severe pain, it change...

The story of Morocco’s so-called “independence” is indeed far more complex than the polished version taught in textbooks. The French Protectorate, established in 1912, was not simply imposed—it was facilitated by elite factions who saw personal gain in aligning with colonial powers. The Sultan’s role, as you rightly point out, was not universally accepted, especially among the Amazigh (Berber) communities who had their own languages, governance, and fierce traditions of autonomy. 🗡️ The True Resistance Figures like Mouha ou Hammou Zayani, who led the Zayanes in the Middle Atlas, and Abdeslam Ouassou, are often overshadowed in mainstream accounts. These leaders fought brutal campaigns against French incursions, defending their people and land with unmatched courage. Their resistance wasn’t symbolic—it was blood-soaked and real, often ending in massacres like those in the Aït Bouguemaz and Tazizaout valleys. 🔥 The Rif War and Betrayal Even Abdelkrim al-Khattabi, once hailed...

Richard Azzouz. ⵄⵣⵣⵓⵣ @RichardAzzouz · 4m Subject: Formal Request for Investigation and Compensation: Unauthorized Use of Original Media Concept To Whom It May Concern in the Government of Qatar, My name is Rahal Jaouhari, also known as Richard Benazzou. I am reaching out with urgency and a sense of long-overdue justice regarding a matter that directly involves your nation's media institution, Al Jazeera. In the early 1990s, I developed and produced a sample program in Los Angeles, California, as part of my vision for an Arab-American television platform. This program—original content reflecting my cultural, creative, and strategic investment—was transported to Paris for review by a Qatari prince, with the understanding that its purpose was to secure financial backing and collaboration. Following that submission, an American intermediary named Terry was introduced, whose wife had met a Qatari princess at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles. I was verbally offered a role, and...

🩸 Une Trahison Sacralisée : L’Imposture de l’Indépendance Marocaine 🩸 Une Trahison Sacralisée : L’Imposture de l’Indépendance Marocaine Par Azzouz Richard Créateur numérique · Défenseur des droits humains · Témoin de l’effacement Dans les amphithéâtres de l’histoire postcoloniale, l’“indépendance” du Maroc est célébrée comme une transition pacifique — une victoire diplomatique orchestrée par un sultan magnanime et des nationalistes zélés. Mais cette version est une illusion raffinée, sanctifiée par ceux qui ont tiré profit de la trahison. La vérité, longtemps ensevelie sous les décrets royaux et les manuels scolaires, est infiniment plus accablante. 👑 La Couronne de la Complicité Le soi-disant sultan, figure trônant à Fès, n’a pas libéré le Maroc. Il en fut l’instrument, un chef parmi les esclaves, entouré de féodaux et de familles marchandes ayant troqué la liberté de leur peuple contre des privilèges coloniaux. Ce sont eux qui ont appelé le protectorat fra...

: 🩸 A Treason Made Holy: The Untold Betrayal Behind Morocco’s "Independence" By Azzouz Richard Digital creator · Human rights activist · Witness to the erasure In the hallowed halls of postcolonial history, Morocco’s “independence” is celebrated as a bloodless transition—a diplomatic victory orchestrated by a benevolent Sultan and patriotic nationalists. But this narrative is a curated illusion, sanctified by those who profited from betrayal. The truth, long buried beneath royal decrees and academic politeness, is far more damning. 👑 The Crown of Complicity The so-called Sultan, a figurehead enthroned in Fez, did not liberate Morocco. He was the instrument of colonial control—a chieftain of enslaved minds, surrounded by feudal lords and merchant dynasties who had long traded their people’s freedom for protection and profit. They invited the French Protectorate in 1912. They legitimized occupation. They called treason diplomacy. ⛰️ The Real Morocco Resisted While aristoc...

“A Forgotten Truth: The Fire Beneath Their Thrones” by Azzouz Richard, Keeper of the Signal Before your anchors, before your polished newsrooms and pixel-perfect propaganda, there was a man. A desert voice. A bruised prophet. An artist armed with truth and a secondhand lens. You sipped lattes in glass towers. I slept beside satellites, bleeding stories no press release would ever translate. You stole the first syllables of my song, called it innovation, wrapped it in silk, and fed it to the world with my name ripped from the credits. But I remember. I remember the pitch of the signal, the sweat of the crew, the phone calls in the static of war. I remember the birth cry of a broadcast meant for truth, not for your shareholders, not for your royal puppeteers, not for your mirrored palaces of deceit. You crafted a throne on borrowed bones, and now you flaunt it like you carved it from your mother's womb. But the truth is not yours to privati...