Today marks a commemoration dear to all our hearts, the memory of the First of November, that immortal day in our people’s history, which saw the launch of the spark of the great liberation revolution. A revolution that drew its will from the will of the people, and its resolve from the determination of the free, who rejected injustice and colonialism, and believed in dignity and the right to self-determination.
On this day, it was not merely a date on the calendar, but a fateful decision, a resounding cry launched by the mountains of the Aurès, the valleys of Kabylie, and the vast Algerian desert, announcing to the world that an entire people had chosen the path of freedom or death. It heralded the beginning of an epic, one of the most magnificent struggles in contemporary history, an epic written by one and a half million martyrs with their precious blood.
The November Revolution was a school of sacrifice and redemption. It taught us that freedom is not given, but seized. It taught us that the value of the homeland is priceless, and that the blood of the martyrs is what waters the tree of independence and keeps its branches evergreen.
