I was born in Guelta in 1958. When I was a little child the land was green, my family were bedouin and we moved from place to place. We moved for the grass to feed our animals and we didn't have to depend on anyone. When the Moroccans came I saw a lot of bad things. We left in a big group some were barefoot, some on camels. The Moroccans were shooting at us and some people were injured and killed. Everyone was very scared. In the refugee camps there was nothing, people made small tents out of cloth, after that we received humanitarian aid and things started to improve. My husband is a soldier. During the war I heard he had stepped on a mine. I didn't see him for five months because he was taken to Algeria. He lost his leg but I thanked God he was still alive.

I don't like the camps but I am obliged to be here. I don't like the ceasefire I prefer to keep fighting to get back our land. Eighteen years of the UN gets us nothing, there is no benefit from dealing with them. Our wish is independence because we have suffered a lot in the camps. It is only by war that we can get it.