FilGoal | News | Life is sweetened by the prostration of a mother.. A message from Moroccan players to those who seek happiness

You are security, you are tenderness, under your feet, the heavens are for us. When you smile, life laughs, hopes blossom on our way.

“My mother, as much as I love her, I long to see her and long to meet her. My mother is a source of tenderness. My mother is a gift from the All-Merciful. And her grandfather and grandmother’s soul is perfumed like basil. So I will surely die my mother.” Words from the beginning of the Remy cartoon

The best conversation in this world about your favorite character is, of course, a conversation about your mother, and I don’t think anyone would object to that.

Mother is your only audience when everyone leaves you. She is a source of happiness for her little child. Happiness is basically defined as a state of emotional well-being that a person experiences as a result of their continuous achievements or an impressive moment.

Look for happiness in following the smallest details of life for the sake of joy, peace and tranquility in the soul, because the mother is one of the causes of happiness and of course other things, and maybe you will find it in the simplest things, for example, the smile of a small child, because a beautiful soul sees happiness in the simplest things.

But only the mother is the protagonist of all the stories, even in her absence she was the motive, and of course the Moroccan national team is one of those stories, and one of them was told to us by the Atlas Lions team itself at the World Cup. The mother who stood behind every Moroccan player until he touched the sky with his hand and embraced the glory.

The last dance

“She knows everything about me, maybe more than I do. She is an eternal mother, an eternal friend and an eternal sister. It is a love that does not wait for us to call it love because it is always there.” Ahmed Khaled Tawfiq.

A mother who can fulfill her children’s wishes by praying in one prostration in prayer, Sufyan Boufal speaks of her in golden words “My mom is my rock, she watches all my games, you know my family is everything and that’s what helps me move forward.

It is sad to see my mother go to work as a cleaner one day in the French winter, tears were in my eyes, I cried.

From that moment on, I swore to myself that I would do everything to help her stop working.”

His twin sister, Aisha, said: “Football gets on her nerves. My heart skips a beat when I watch him play.”

“I’m on edge because he’s going to hurt himself and I cry every time he falls to the ground and I hold my breath until he gets back up and then I call my mom to see how she’s doing because she’s worried too.”


Grateful that football has given him such a high salary, Boufal participates in a charity event called “Reve”, which means a dream in Angers in French.

Boval, who had lunch with a seriously ill child accompanied by the child’s mother, turns the dreams of the injured children into bright reality with his recovery.

“I will never forget what France gave me. It allowed me to grow up and be a man. It welcomed my parents. I am very attached to them, but I preferred Morocco. It was like choosing between my mother and my father.”

Boufal, who was born in France to Moroccan parents, could have played for Morocco or France and admitted it was a difficult choice to get a call-up to the Moroccan national team in 2015, but then asked for more time to decide to eventually represent the Atlas Lions.

I found happiness in another world

One of the oldest continents in the world, black and brown. In the heart of beating Africa, you will find poverty, but you will certainly find happiness in the face of a small child.

“My parents and grandparents are from Morocco, when I go there, I can’t describe the feeling inside in words.”

“When I play with Morocco in Africa, I think it’s another world. When we get the chance to travel and play matches outside our country, we see another world. The stadiums and facilities are not like Europe. They are poor and the stadiums are old, but every time it’s a wonderful adventure.”

“Once we played in the Comoros, which is a small island. We played a match on an artificial pitch and it was like playing in a jungle, the pitch was surrounded by trees.”

“Of course you don’t want to play in a stadium like this every week, but seeing it and playing in it is a really nice experience. You learn a lot because African football is different, it’s like a battle.”

“People in Africa don’t have much, there are only ordinary houses, but they are always smiling and happy. Happiness is not about money or big houses or expensive cars. These people have almost nothing. They will be happy if they can eat at the end of the day and maybe you will find happiness .” in a small childish smile Soufiane Amrabat in an interview for his club Fiorentina.

I fight for them every day

One of life’s greatest blessings is to have a strong mother, to have the best example of determination in life’s matters and patience throughout your days to gain access, to have someone who cultivates in you strength and steadfastness to face every obstacle you face, to have a true love that loves you with your faults, faults and mistakes, a love that does not Conditional friendships all over the world are necessary.” Ahmed Khaled Tawfiq.

“My mother was a cleaner and my father a shopkeeper. We come from a low-income family that barely makes ends meet.”

– I fight for them every day, they gave their lives for me, they took everything from my brothers so that I could succeed.

“My father and mother emigrated from a small Moroccan village near Casablanca to Getafe to build a better life for us.”

– They came from areas where there was hardly any work, they had to fight so much, I have no words to describe my father.

“When I was little, my mother tried to play judo or swim, I told her it had to be football” Achraf Hakimi talks about his mother

Mother of a thousand children

Abdel Hakim Ziyech was born in Dronten in the Netherlands, nicknamed “De Tovinar”, which means the magician, he is the youngest of nine children (five boys and four girls), of Moroccan parents of Berber origin.

Like many Moroccan families in search of a better life, the traveler landed in the Netherlands, where Hakim was born, his father who left Morocco in 1967 with his two sons, Fawzi and Hisham, where he worked as a blacksmith in a metal factory.

At the age of 10, Hakim experienced great emotional trauma after his father passed away after an illness, so he grew up with a mother who was forced to educate her eight children on unemployment benefits to meet the children’s needs.

Abdul Hakim saw two of his brothers go to prison for armed robbery, so they were kicked out of their clubs and decided to retire from football.

“We didn’t have much and there was no money, and when you’re young you always want to have the same as everyone else,” says Hisham, one of the two brothers. “We did a lot of negative things and paid for everything we did. I was imprisoned for several robberies.”

“Hakim was the last hope for us in the family,” said Fawzi, another brother. “Fortunately, he was able to realize his mistake quickly and not like his older brothers who made mistakes.”

Hakeem was also frustrated at the age of sixteen and decided to retire from football, he found drug routes represented in cocaine, drank alcohol and stopped going to school.

“I played for the youth teams of Heerenveen, I didn’t even think that one day I would become a professional footballer.”

But the mother managed to bring the family together with the help of Aziz Zulfiqar, a former Moroccan star who helped Hakim a lot, so that Hakim became one of the best Moroccan players, moving between Dutch clubs and from there to Chelsea, leading Morocco to the semi-finals of the World Cup .

Mother’s departure

“Longing makes me see my mother, a memory I will never forget. A spectrum purer than the foam of the day. I remain my mother. Her whispers are sweeter than the flute that inhabits my heart. Her words have become dreams that illuminate my path. If the days stole our generous, generous heart, we will not surrender to the pain. We will not surrender to the pain.” These are the words of the Syrian poet Ahmed Natuf.

Born in Outrage, a Belgian town near the French-Belgian border, Slim Amalallah is the son of Hussein Amalallah, an amateur coach of Moroccan descent.

Selim started playing football at the age of four, he joined the Mons club, and his father coached him until he was 13, and in the match against Anderlecht, where he scored 5 goals, thanks to his performance, he moved to the Belgian giants.

When Salim Amlah was thirteen years old, he witnessed the death of his Italian mother, Antoinette, who collapsed in front of him as a victim of a ruptured aneurysm and died of her injuries on the night of September 2, 2011.

The young child was subjected to a major shock, to be dismissed from the Anderlecht U-16 team due to disciplinary problems stemming from his mother’s death, and was then encouraged by his father Hussein to focus on his studies for a while.

Selim remained affected by his mother’s death until he returned to Mons Club, he wore the number 21 in honor of his mother’s date of birth and insisted on succeeding in the world of football because of his mother, and here he is in the Morocco team in the World Cup, so the tragic story becomes a story of devotion, persistence and devotion, and despite its absence, it was This is the main motif in the story of salt.

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