In the shadows, an implacable hunt has been organized for weeks. Colonel-Major Abdelmajid El Malkouni, regional commander of the royal gendarmerie, and Major Yassine Charad, head of the judicial brigade, had woven their canvas with the patience of a spider watching for his prey. The gendarmes of Lahraouiyine, Sidi Hajjaj and Oued Hassar, who became shadows among the shadows, tirelessly tracked up this spectrum which stole until the sleep of the inhabitants.
The gang of “hooded” operated like a pack of hungry wolves. Clear blades, they arose of darkness to strip passers -by of their goods, their dignity, sometimes even their hope. Their chief, masked but bloody reputation, had transformed the Riyadh project to Tit Mellil into his hunting ground, leaving behind dismissed doors and eyes emptied of all light.
The final assault took place in a cathedral silence. When the hands of justice closed on the monster, Lharazine pushed a sigh that she had held for too long. Under the cruel lamps of the interrogation, confessions have flowed like mercury: flights, attacks, this bike motorcycle 33 torn from a grin of violence …
Today, children find the way to school without their mothers hold their breath. In cafes, laughter replaced the whispers. The nightmare ended. The night can finally give back to the stars what fear had stolen from them.
Mohamed Lokhnati
