The marriage took place in Taghzout in the days that followed, the father of Ouadichane, pleased with the return of her son, did not skimp on resources. During the preparations for the wedding, he told his wife and daughters: "Said is my only son, her marriage must be extraordinary. We will invite various folk groups: Ahidous, and even imediazen B'Oughanime.
The festivities lasted several days.
Oujaghrour, Tassekourt father, who felt a few days ago the most vehement revulsion and contempt for Ait Ouadichane, showed them today as passionate attachment. In its great days of clothes, he was proud and kept tilting her yellow cotton turban as a sign of deep satisfaction. The wise Oubennacer, who had noticed this sudden reversal addressed to Ali Outamghart:
- Laâjab (weird), as people change!
- A veritable weather vane! Baz Assidi! (What nerve!), "Said Ali.
the women's side, Aicha Bassou talking to his daughter:
- I am very happy with this marriage. I knew it was made for Tassekourt Ouadichane and Ouadichane for Tassekourt. Everywhere people talk this year of their marriage. This festival has surpassed in splendor all marriages experienced so far in our area. Oubaw in prison will burst with envy when he hears the pomp and magnificence with which the festival took place.
The day after the night n'oukechoum, the couple was happy and elated. Tassekourt, touched her husband as to better persuade himself that it was not dreaming, she had really left her parents' house. This house, or rather the prison, before the door of which his father stood guard.
A sense of security seized Ouadichane that lurked in the narrow lanes of his village. He felt no more anxiety. He knew he found himself in his natural element among his own people, in a world where the laws of solidarity and mutual aid were still met. He felt free, free from the hustle and bustle of the city and artificial. No more drafts of month-end, finished the maturities of loans unnecessary consumption of finite stress Monday and finished as the pollution of exhaust pipes.
With the help of family and friends, he built a beautiful house in Pisa, not far from the source Tighermine, and only a few meters from the house of Ait Bassou.
The future appears to Ouadichane brighter and the images that made it stood out more clearly before his eyes.
Months passed, Ouadichane was adapting to his new life, the motto of solidarity of his tribe became hers, "or everybody or nobody!"
He gave himself, now, body and soul to serve the tribe. Ouadichane passing Meknes Midelt and all his free time on the terraces of cafes, felt in his stronghold, have multiple arms. He treated minor ailments of the villagers, he participated in the touiza (collective work), he proceeded even grooming ritual for the dead in the absence of fqih.
Ouadichane lived, like his own, the performance of livestock and cereal crops in the fertile field inherited from his mother. Oukezza Outamghart him and Ali spent the virus hunting.
At dusk one afternoon of March, Ouadichane, bent back, arms effort. He dug in his garden bowls for planting a dozen apples. When he looked up, his beloved was there. She had brought him tea and bread she had just fired oven by hand. The smell of warm bread mingled with the sweetness of spring. Tassekourt Ouskay was accompanied by a watchdog of local breed, a shepherd of the Atlas. He leapt to his left and his right, he barked with joy.
Ouadichane wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He said, bringing the index to his round belly, "I hope the child that you look like you're wearing there . Taskourt smiled her beautiful smile harmonized with the look fantastic, that give the different shades of gold to the heights of the High Atlas. Reflections contrasted with the beautiful sunset tan of the little house and Taskourt Ouadichane.
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