My grandparents and my husband's grandparents lived in M'diq. Imad loved this place, he loved the sea, he was a boy who loved life. I buried him in M… - Latifa Ibn Ziaten

It's so hard... When the end of February comes, it's the hardest for me. No one can fill that void. Despite all the good I do, the projects and messages of peace I convey, there's this pain inside, the pain of a mother that will never go away. But my children fill me with happiness. My son had a baby last month, it warmed my heart, I'm very happy.

That's why I quickly got involved: so that no other mother would suffer like me.

I'm very proud of what I've done. I never thought I would become a grassroots woman, but I've managed to save many young people, families, and even adults in difficulty. That's why I must continue. I have two to three conferences a week, my schedule is very busy, but I don't give up. As long as I'm healthy! It's a mission I have today. My children and my husband help me a lot. If that weren't the case, it would be difficult for me. And I hope that when I no longer have the strength, someone will take up the torch. We need women and men in the field. The only thing I regret is that I don't see my grandchildren much because I travel so often. And yes, I stay in touch with young people, I don't forget them. I contact them when there are difficult times, I help them. I lost a son, but today, I have many children.