By Omar Bihmidine
Morocco World News
Sidi Ifni, Morocco, December 24, 2012
Much debate has recently been raised about the end of the world predicted by the Mayans to manifest itself on the 21st of December. As the date drew nearer, some people were panic-stricken, some atheists instantly believed in God and took the necessary precautions, and the rest of the world simply dispelled the idea despite making it their talk of the day.
As usual, the sun rose in the east and people woke up on the 22nd of December, breathing, safe and sound. Yet, to me, most important of all is that the rumor of the end of the world must remind Moroccans, not of their physical death, but mainly of the death of their souls and spirits. The rumor, albeit dispelled now, must be seen by Moroccans as a reminder that can confirm their ‘death’ for the umpteenth time since Independence.
Oscar Wilde’s saying that many people exist, but very few live mostly applies to the Moroccan masses. Nowadays, wherever we go in Moroccan cities, such as Casablanca and Agadir, we find out that the vast majority of the city dwellers still barely make ends meet. That is, they get up in the early morning, head for work, and then come back in the late evening, not necessarily in order to live, but rather in order to exist. For existence is living in Moroccans’ illusive eyes.
Existing, for such Moroccans, means doing their utmost to pay the rent, the electricity and water bills at the appointed time, and subsist on the rest of their earned living that seldom suffices by the end of the month. In fact, this miserable mode of life, which is now commonplace among the majority of Moroccan city dwellers, is a clear sign that they simply exist, not live, that they subsist, not enjoy life, and that they avoid hunger, not escape it. Not living signifies death and existing is synonymous with being inanimate. Regrettably, this kind of death is worse than natural death.
It is not long ago when Moroccans were ranked among the most desolate and melancholic people on earth according to an American study. Clearly, this boils down to the fact that they do not enjoy the way they lead their lives. It is true that all human beings cannot help going through sad moments even if some of them are ranked among the most cheerful on earth. But, to say that Moroccans are most of the time desolate must mean that they are ‘dead’.
In all frankness, Moroccans are ‘dead’ because the dreams they dream seldom come true. And if they ever come true, it is usually too late. Moroccans are ‘dead’ because the policy still adopted in Morocco is “the survival of the fittest”. No matter how diligently Moroccans try to compete for a dignified livelihood, they are usually met with disappointment, especially that the wealthy are unsurpassed and the corrupt are still not brought to justice.
Moroccans are ‘dead’, for they have not learned to seize the day as their counterparts do when they go camping or hiking in Morocco. How can Moroccans seize the day when the thing they most fear and frown upon is their unbearable present. Instead, the dead Moroccans turn to the future for solace, and when this long-sought future comes, they turn to another future, and the habit continues endlessly. Frankly, this brings me back to my childhood days when my mother used to hope for the coming of summer. At the time, summer meant a great deal to us in that my father sent us some new clothes when my uncle was on the way to my home village, Azerouado (238 miles south of Marrakech).
In my view, it is no use broaching on the end of the world as the Mayans see it. Moroccans must rather see it from their own perspective. While some Mayans themselves interpret ‘the prophecy’ differently and base it on their own myths, Moroccans have not taken any serious action to do away with their spiritual death. Living, Moroccans must bear in mind, is not about eating bread alone, covering oneself with a quilt at night, and waking up for another new day.
Living goes beyond that to mean that one must lead a dignified life in all respects. Since this has not yet been the case with the Moroccans masses, they are then ‘dead’. December 21st was simply a reminder to them that they are already ‘dead’. It is high time they learned that the end of their world is the worst death ever.
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