Bou Hmara also spelled Bou Hamara or Bouhmara : (the one who owns a she-ass) (c.1860-1909), a rogui or pretender to the throne of Morocco. His real name was Jilali ben Driss Zirhouni al-Youssefi (from his birthplace of Ouled Yousseffr:Ouled Youssef in the Zerhoun area near Fes).
He originally held the position of secretary to Moulay Omar, brother of Sultan Moulay Abdelaziz, but after some intrigues at the royal court was imprisoned. After release, he went to Algeria, from whence he returned (riding a she-ass) to Taza in the northeast of Morocco with the idea of impersonating Moulay Mohammed, another brother of the Sultan. Moulay Mohammed was venerated by the Moroccan public as a saintly figure, but although still alive and well, he kept to the royal palace in Fes and was almost never seen in public. Under this assumed identity, Bou Hamara proclaimed himself Sultan of Morocco. This was at the end of 1902, when he was about 40 years old.
He is said to have ruled ruthlessly in Taza and the surrounding area of the Rif and Nekor. He persecuted the Jews, who had to take refuge in neighbouring areas. He is said to have executed some of his opponents by soaking the victims in petrol, then setting them alight at night.
Bou is a commune in the Loiret department in north-central France. The village is situated in the greater Orléans area, in a meander of the river Loire, 14km east of Orléans and 9km west of the town of Jargeau. Bou is separated by fields from the villages of Mardié and Chécy, which lie to the north. The village of Bou was traditionally an agricultural area, producing cereal crops and vegetables and a local wine known as Gris-meunier. The inhabitants of Bou are known as Boumiens.
Boué is a commune in the department of Aisne in Picardy in northern France.
Bou is both a surname and a given name. Notable people with the name include:
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I'm surrounded softly
By the beat
Still dumbfounded by the
Intollerable heat
You came close to me and you danced
It came close to
Bein' my last
I'll take what's mine before I regret it. And mute this feelin' not to often get.
Instantly you struck me as
Quite a catch
Luckly I left you with
Out a scratch
You seem capable of mind control And you've disabled my very soul
I'll take what's mine before I regret it
And mute this feelling not to often get
I'll take what's mine before I regret it And mute this feelin' not to often get