Mahfoud Ali Beiba - Death

Death

On July 2, 2010, Beiba suffered a fatal heart attack at his home in the February 27th camp (Sahrawi refugee camps, Tindouf). The SADR presidency declared a week of national mourning in his memory.

On July 4, dozens of Sahrawis went to Beiba's family house in El AaiĂșn to express their condolences and made a collective praying for the deceased. Moroccan police intervened to avoid both the praying and more individuals to come to the house, making some people shouting slogans of support to the POLISARIO and the right of self-determination. Police charged against the protestors, injuring several of them.

The National Assembly of Panama approved a resolution on July 8 that regretted Beiba's death, calling it an "irreparable loss".

On July 11, Beiba was replaced by Kathri Aduh as president of the SNC.

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