Episode 64: Between the Roar of Bombs and a Grandmother’s Love

Beneath the rocks of Beni Arous, a grandmother became a fortress of love, shielding her children while war thundered across the mountains.

Introduction: The Unspoken Echoes of History

​History is often written in the grand language of treaties, battles, and fallen empires, yet the most enduring truths are frequently found in the hushed, fractured memories of those who lived through them. For my father, the late historian Taher Lhioui, the mountains of Beni Arous were not merely a backdrop for resistance; they were the theater of his own childhood, a place where the roar of war became the rhythm of daily life.

​In this sixty-fourth chapter of the archive, I step away from the analytical lens to look through the eyes of a child who witnessed the struggle from beneath the cold, unyielding safety of mountain rocks. This entry is a personal pilgrimage. It is an attempt to reconnect with the spirit of a grandmother I never knew—a woman who stood as a guardian against the abyss—and to acknowledge the profound impact of those years on the man who would eventually dedicate his life to preserving our collective memory. This is not just a recount of a campaign or a conflict; it is a tribute to the quiet, unbreakable bonds of family that survive even when the sky rains fire.

The history we record is not merely ink on paper; it is the echoes of wounds that refuse to heal. My father, the historian Taher Lhioui, carried these scars from his childhood—a time when the sky over the mountains of Beni Arous rained fire. Today, I document this history not just to recount the past, but to seek the spirit of a grandmother I never had the chance to meet, a woman who passed away years before I arrived in this strange world, yet whose quiet strength shaped my existence.

​My father’s memory still holds the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder. He describes those days in Beni Arous as if they were yesterday. "The roar of Spanish planes," he would say, "was not just a noise; it was a beast that shattered the peace of the earth." While the men of Moulay Ahmed Raisuni stood firm on the peaks of Jebel Al-Alam, engaging the enemy with a defiance that defied logic, my grandmother was waging a different, perhaps greater, war.

​I picture her now—a shadow of a woman, yet a mountain of courage. With six children clinging to her skirts, including my father, she sought refuge in the jagged crevices of the mountains. I imagine the weight of those massive boulders she huddled under, acting as a final, fragile shield against the falling explosives that shook the very foundations of the earth. She bent her frail body over her children, whispering promises of safety as the world screamed around them.

​Above them, the sky was a theater of chaos. The resistance fighters, those stoic snipers of the Rif, did not flee. They tracked the metal birds in the sky, their rifles tracing the trajectories of the invaders. When a plane fell—struck by a well-aimed bullet—the earth felt a momentary shiver of triumph.

​These unexploded shells, still buried deep within the soil of our village today, are silent witnesses. They are the artifacts of a terror that my father watched with a child's wide, terrified eyes. He grew up, lived a life of intellectual pursuit, yet that boy under the rocks never truly left him. And I, as I write this today, feel as though I am reaching across time, trying to touch the hem of my grandmother’s robe, offering a silent tribute to the woman who taught my father how to survive the storm.

​May God have mercy on the grandmother who protected our legacy with her tears, and on the father who carved this history into our souls so that we, his descendants, might never forget.

As bombs fell from the sky, the defenders of the Rif stood firm on the peaks of Jebel Al-Alam, turning courage into resistance and memory into history.

Conclusion 

As we conclude this sixty-fourth chapter, we are reminded that history is far more than a collection of dates and strategic maneuvers; it is the living, breathing resonance of human experience. Through the eyes of the young Taher Lhioui, we have witnessed how the brutal reality of conflict—the roar of engines and the sudden, violent shifts of the earth—became etched into the soul of a child. Yet, even amidst the chaos of war in Beni Arous, there existed an immovable force: the quiet, sacrificial love of a grandmother who transformed herself into a sanctuary for her family.

​Today, these memories serve as a bridge across time. The unexploded shells buried in our soil are not merely remnants of an imperial past; they are silent, heavy witnesses to a struggle for dignity and survival. By documenting these events, we do not merely preserve the past; we honor the legacy of those who carried us through the storm. Let this account stand as a tribute to the resilient spirit of our ancestors, ensuring that the wisdom of the grandmother who protected our roots and the dedication of the historian who chronicled them remain vibrant, guiding lights for generations to come. We do not just remember; we carry their strength forward.

​— Jaafar Lhioui--

About the Author

​Jaafar Lhioui is an independent researcher and the curator of the "Northern Morocco Archive" platform. Dedicated to preserving the historical memory of Northern Morocco, Jbala, and the Rif, he navigates the rugged terrain of these regions to uncover the untold stories of resistance and history. His work bridges the gap between rare historical documents and the lived reality of the past, offering a critical, human-centric perspective on colonial history and the struggle for dignity. He writes for those who seek the truth beyond the headlines and for those who believe that the archive is the true soul of nations.

Topics Covered in This Episode

Beni Arous war,plane attacks civilians,

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