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21/03/2026

الليل شبعني تحواس وانا في بلاصتي .....

Mostaganem 2020.
© Rahou Djilali.

15/02/2026

Mostaganem Theatre
February 14, 2026
In memory of Ould Abderrahmane Kaki
The stage breathed again.
“Blood of Love” دم الحب was not just a play,
but a gesture of loyalty —
to memory, to words, to a voice that still echoes in the shadows.
Faces whispering.
Bodies moving between light and darkness.
A city holding Kaki’s name
like the sea holds its secrets.
Here, the theatre is not a performance…
It is a continuation of life. 🎭

© RAHOU Djilali

02/01/2026

During 2025,
I documented the waʿda in Algeria.
A collective ritual of faith, movement,
and everyday life.
📷 Canon 250D

Algeria

22/11/2025

Aïn Larabaa — Zouar of the Waada

They walk with quiet steps toward the sacred place,
carrying prayers, intentions, and unspoken hopes.
Faces from different villages, gathered on the same path,
linked by tradition and the search for blessing.
In this shared journey, the Waada becomes a moment of connection —
between people, their heritage, and the spirit of Aïn Larabaa.

© Rahou Djilali
01 November 2025.

08/11/2025

Under the sun of Aïn Larbaa, children spin on a handmade carousel, between laughter and dust.
Around them, life goes on — adults talking, horses waiting in the distance.
In this humble corner of the waâda, childhood creates its own celebration, far from the noise of gunpowder and riders.
A fleeting, honest moment — where everything feels light.
📸 Waâda of Aïn Larbaa — © Rahou Djilali

07/11/2025

The Waâda of Ain Larbaa — Ain Temouchent

The waâda is more than a celebration —
it’s a moment when time returns to its soul.

People smile, eyes speak without words…
Between dust and light,
a story is born again.

© Rahou Djilali.
1 November 2025.

04/11/2025

Part II — The Waâda of Aïn Larbaa
Between dust and light, faces tell the story of time.
The drums echo the rhythm of the heart,
and in the silence of the eyes, a shared memory awakens.
Simple gestures, shadows that dance,
and faith that binds generations with an invisible thread.

© Rahou Djilali The waâda of Ain Larbaa (Ain Temouchent) .01 November 2025.

04/11/2025

02/11/2025

Each year, on November 1st, the waâda of Ain Larbaa (Ain Temouchent) comes alive with colors, songs, and the rhythm of life itself.
Children play and laugh under the sun, while the elders dance slowly to the sound of drums — a dance of memory and pride.
Between faith and festivity, the waâda becomes a living portrait of community, where every gesture tells the story of belonging and joy shared across generations.
It is a day where spiritual tradition meets national remembrance, as the waâda coincides with Algeria’s Revolution Day — a celebration of both heritage and freedom.

© Rahou Djilali
The waâda of Ain Larbaa (Ain Temouchent) .
01 November 2025.

28/10/2025

Spiritual Memory – The Waâda of Sidi Lakhdar Benkhlouf
In the presence of the saint, memory breathes the scent of faith once more.
Here, earth meets sky in a ritual that carries the legacy of the ancestors —
the waâda is not merely celebrated, it is where spirits return and the story is told again.

© Rahou Djilali.
Spiritual Memory – The Waâda of Sidi Lakhdar Benkhlouf , 25 October 2025. Mostaganem.

27/10/2025

قصيدة
سيدي لخضر بن خلوف
( "فكّاك الرّاي المتلوف" )
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيدِي مقَلَّب القلُوب
***
مُقَلَّب القلُوب سِيدِي * إِذَا كَانَ اللـــــــــــــــــــــه سَبَّبْ
نَارَك فِي المَا تعُود تَقدِي * وَيجِيك الرَّزق بلاَ مَا تَتْعَب
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيدِي * سُبْحَانو فِيه مَا نكَذَّب
***
نَحمَد رَبَّ الســــمَا وَالاَرْض * رَاوِي عَن القطَاب جمَله
اللُّوح وَالعَـرْش بشُوف لَحظى * وَالحَــرف اللِّي بغِيت يُتْلاَ
السَّابَع دَرْت فِيه غَــــــــــرْضِي * تَنظُر فوق البسَاط الأَعْلَى
خَلِّي الحَاسَد يرِيد حَسْدِي * يَا وَيْحُو مَنْ كَان يَغْتَبْ
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيـــــــــــــــــدِي * سُبحَانُو فِيه مَا نَكذَّب
***
سُبحَانُو خَالْقِي خلَقْنِي * وجمِيع الكَائِنَات خلَقْهَا
سُبحَانُو رَازْقِي رزَقْنِي * وجمِيع الكَائِنَات رزَقْهَا
سُبحَانُو بَاعثِي بْعَثْنِي * والاَرْوَاحْ الفَانِيَّة احْيَاهَا
وعظَامِي البَاليَة رمَادِي * تَظحَى معَ الترَاب مصَوّب
صَوَّر لِي كيف رَاد جَسْدِي * وَاجْعَل النُّور فِيه يَجْلَب
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيــــــــــــــــــدِي * سُبحَانُو فِيه مَا نكَذَّبْ
***
سُبحَانُو خَالقِي خلَقْنِي * مَنْ صُلب أَبَّى نزَلت كَالمَا
من نُطفَة ميتة انشَأْنِي * وبَعـــــــــــدهَا عَلقَة وَدما
أمْـرَ الصُّنَّاعْ فَرْدُونِي * وَانَا مَطْــــرُوح غَير لَحْمَا
رزَقْنِي الله قبَلْ وَجْدِي * وَاعطَانِي اللـــــــــه رَزق طَيَّبْ
تَسْعَ شْهُور كَامْلَة عدَادِي *وَهدَفت أنَا مثيل غَايَبْ
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيدِي * سُبْحَانُو فِيــــــــــه مَا نَكْذَب
***
فِي الأوّل كُنت بَالقـــــــــــــمَاطَة * لَبْدَا مَطْرُوح فِي حجَرْهَا
ضَاعَتْ الاَوْقَات فِي نشَاطَة * رَبِّ فِي حَالْتِي نصَـــــرْهَا
تَتوَسَّــــد لِي فرَاشْ وَاغْطَا * وترَقَّدْنِي حدَا صـــــــدَرْهَا
إِذَا أَنَا بكِيت تقُول ولِيدِي * تَاتِينِي وِين مَا نقَــــــــــرَّب
وإذَا تَضحَك تقُول سَعْدِي * تصَفَّق فَارحَة وتَلْعَب
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيــــــــــــــدِي * سُبْحَانُو فِيه مَا نكذب
***
مَن بَعْد شهُور بدِيت نَقعُد * وبَعْدهَا أَنَا رجَعْت نَحْبُو
حَل لسَانِي بــــــــــدِيت نَنشَد * مَا اطيَب سِيلـــــهَا حلِيبُو
تَرعَانِي كُل مَا مبَعَّـــــــــــــــد * مَا يفَرَّط حَد فِي حبِيبُو
مَا نَعْرف خُوف لَيس نشَرَّد *ونحَوَّص كُلّ شِي نجِيبُو
مَا نَدرِي خوف نَار تَقدِي * نَحمَل فِيهَا ولاَ نحَارَب
العَالَمْ بِالغيُوب سِيـــــــــــــدِي * سُبحَانُه فِيه مَا نكَذب
***
© Rahou Djilali

26/10/2025

At the Shrine of Sidi Lakhdar

In a town that embraces the sea and rests upon the echoes of old songs,
the waâda rises each year at the shrine of the saint Sidi Lakhdar Benkhlouf.
Tribes gather as seasons meet around a memory that never dies.
The drums announce the pride of men,
and the horses dance as if carrying the souls of their ancestors in golden dust.

By evening, when the songs fade and the drums fall silent,
prayers rise softly around the shrine.
Then comes the echo of ancient poetry —
the voice of Sidi Lakhdar, the ascetic poet,
who taught that patience is the path to salvation,
and that the world is but a passing shadow.

يا قلب اصبر على ما جرى
ما يدوم غير وجه الله
O heart, be patient with what has passed;
nothing endures but the face of God.

His words echo between the mountains and the wind,
like an eternal testament.
Here, at this sacred place,
earth meets sky,
poetry becomes prayer,
and the waâda turns into a promise between people and their memory.

© Rahou Djilali
SIDI Lakhdar, Mostaganem October 2025.

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