Unfortunately, I never met my grandfather Hassan. He was killed during the War for Independence, when my mother was a baby. My grandmother brought my mother to France in 1963, and my mother grew into a little girl in Marseille.My Berber forebears were devout Muslims from the...
Berbers of the Sahara. She was Muslim too.
When she met my great grandfather there was a lot of family scornfulness and they didn't see much of their extended families for many years after they were married.
My dad is a Libyan Amazigh and is really proud. We couldn't learn the Nafusa language because of Gaddafi's hatred of our people and the ban on our language. Now that the rat got what was coming for him, I really want to learn my ancestors language and heritage.