Good day everyone .This blog is for all those interested to know about the daily lives of moro kids. My name is Linda Bansil, I am a maguindanao, born in Oran -Algiers (a happy mix).
Moro Kids are the Maranaws,Tausug,Sama,Yakan, Mapun and Iranun to name a few . With this I hope to share stories about food, peace and art. I was born in the 70's when being a Moro was historical and meaningful. It was a time when the Matuwa Salamat Hashim was alive. Rizal Alih became the modern day Parang Sabil , some disagree . I watched how one man hunted by a battalion not to mention fighter planes and tanks on TV. It was a time where the swimming pool in Maharlika Village was functioning and the garbage truck was still coming in. It is still a good time to embrace history, a work in progress. It is still a good time to be a Moro, nevermind how we look like on TV. Some young moro film makers will change all that and its not because I said so....Some would argue that the term "Moro " is demeaning and negative. Why would a semblance of moorishness hurt me? Aren't the moors not the conquerors of Andalusia? Is it demeaning ? I do not think so, my grandma is a Berber Moroccan I will not be ashamed to be called a Moro if only I would be reminded of her and if it means knife thrashing camel riding whatever. I like the look and the sound of that.