Born 10 years ago, he grew up in the arms of Morocco, in love and rolled among its mountains

And its valleys, its slopes and its caves, and it sucks from the milk of its villages and Mdashrh.

His name is Amodo and his name is Dal for him.

He toured and traveled, so he drew news from its sources, so that his episodes came as documents that recorded historical and social events

And cultural influenced the Moroccan treasury.

He is acquainted with the hidden side of Morocco, the side far from civilization, whether it is regions

and remote villages or underground underground sites.

In all cases, man - the maker of history and the writer of its chapters - was strongly present.

That man who struggled by various means, struggled with the might of nature to ensure his life and continuity

And he tried to decipher it to coexist and be convinced of what he had reached, so his life came wrapped in an envelope of doubts that aroused his hunger and awakened his questions.

During all that, he remained attached to the earth, making of its soil a source of livelihood, and extracting from its hollow clues that illuminated the way in front of him, so that the Creator’s ability to create models that draw souls and fascinate minds is manifested.

His attachment to the land and his inability to sever from it resulted in a relationship with creatures that helped him develop his life. The camels were his camels and the sheep were his food and clothing.

In order to ensure life and continuity, he thought about establishing warehouses and Ikudar, so the understanding was and the system was

and stability.

He is the Moroccan man in his relationship with the earth, in his struggle with nature, in his long continuous journey, traveling on the path of life.