French Prison Until Algerian Independence Years
Whilst Ahmed completed his medical specialty, he was simultaneously a militant and an advocate for Algerian independence. No wonder that in February 1957 he was arrested and imprisoned in Paris. During almost 5 years in French prisons, he developed friendship in so far as brotherhood with other inmates who will later become the elite of a free Algeria. In September 1961 he was liberated and spent few months overseas, among other places, in Switzerland, Tunisia, and Morocco to physically heal from illness caused by years of incarceration.
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