Zayanes
Zayanes (Berber: Azayi (singular), Izayen (plural)) are a Berber people in the Khenifra region in the central Middle Atlas Mountains of Morocco.
Zayanes tribes are known for their attachment to ancestral land and for their tenacity as warriors, especially during the colonization led by Mouha ou Hammou Zayani. Thus they have prevented many invaders from easily seizing Khénifra. Despite the French defeat in the Battle of El Herri, November 13, 1914, the colonizers were determined not to abandon the fight against the Zayanes, but concerned French troops in invading Morocco in coming face to face with the Zayanes.
Geography
The tribes of Zayanes live in the Middle Atlas mountain range in the area of Khénifra. The Zayanes belong to a large tribe that twice a year wanders toward Azaghar, where the climate is milder in contrast to Adrar where the winter is very severe.
The Zayanes speak Tazayit, or Central Atlas Tamazight, which is one of the Berber languages.
The Zayanes enjoy goats and ewe's milk and Ahriche, a dish of tripe consisting usually of ganglion, caul, lung or heart of an animal wound with intestines on a stick of oak and cooked on hot coals.
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