To Defend Love
Chapter 1: The Night of Terror
It was a quiet evening in 1950 when I walked home with my wife, unaware of the tragedy that would strike. Suddenly, three men ambushed us. One held a knife to my throat while the other two dragged my wife away. Their intentions were vile. I reacted instinctively. My heart raced as I fought back, determined to save her. In the struggle, I killed one of the attackers. I was a husband protecting the woman I loved-not a murderer.
Chapter 2: The Arrest
I turned myself in to the police, believing justice would be on my side. I thought that by telling the truth, I would be freed. But things turned dark. One of the attackers was the nephew of a powerful man. The police twisted the narrative. They claimed I had killed a prostitute in cold blood. My wife, my only witness, was silenced through threats.
Chapter 3: Silencing the Truth
My wife was brave. She went to the police station to tell them what happened. But they intimidated her. She had no support-my family was poor, and she had to work as a maid just to survive. Though the judge called her several times to testify, the threats and pressure became too much. She stopped coming. Her silence sealed my fate.
Chapter 4: The Sentence
Without her testimony and with the system stacked against me, I was sentenced to ten years in prison. Ten years for saving my wife from rape. Ten years for defending our dignity. The court had no evidence, only lies. Justice was blind-but not in the way it should have been.
Chapter 5: Life Behind Bars
Prison was cruel. I endured violence, humiliation, and solitude. I held onto memories of my wife and daughter. Those memories kept me alive. I never stopped dreaming of the day I'd be free, of holding my family again.
Chapter 6: Freedom, but at What Cost?
I was released in 1982. I rushed to find my wife and daughter. What I discovered shattered me. My wife had fallen into despair. She had searched endlessly for our daughter in Rabat. Without money or support, she ended up homeless, addicted, and alone. She died just before I got out. Our daughter had been taken away-given to another family. I had lost them both.
Chapter 7: Searching for My Daughter
With what little strength I had left, I searched for my daughter. I followed rumors, visited orphanages, hospitals, even cemeteries. But I found nothing. The system that ruined our lives had also stolen my last hope.
Chapter 8: The Man I Became
I am not the man I was. I am broken. I survived prison, but I did not survive the loss. I was a husband, a father, a protector. Now, I am only a memory of those things.
Chapter 9: The Unanswered Questions
Why did no one believe us? Why did the police protect the criminals? Why was my wife, a victim, punished? These questions haunt me. If only she had testified. If only the judge had listened. We could have had a different life.
Chapter 10: The Legacy of Pain
I tell my story not for pity, but for truth. My wife died with a broken heart. My daughter lives somewhere, unaware of who I am. I defended love. And the world punished me for it.