Smara, Morocco - I dream of a just Morocco where all the people feel they are equal.
Smara, Morocco – I dream of a just Morocco where all the people feel they are equal.
A Morocco where the rich help the poor. A Morocco where the beggars quit begging and start working. A Morocco where all the students understand that their future is to be cooked in the cooker and the kitchen of the classrooms and where all teachers shoulder their responsibilities and share their know-how, their “savoir’ reflechir,” “savoir -etre” with their kids and with their neighbors and cities. I dream of a Morocco where the illiterate leave their high positions and the seats of leadership for the educated and where the elite use their heads to lead their bodies instead of letting their heads be led by their bodies.
I dream of a Morocco where all girls and women are respected as sisters and mothers of the nation. A Morocco where men value the leadership of women and believe that women are not our enemies nor our satans. I dream of a Morocco where we do not enslave little girls, we do not rape virgin flowers, we do not imprison freedom and beauty. I dream of a Morocco where all boys and their sisters have a place in school instead of wondering aimlessly in bus stations eating rubbish and trash.
I dream of a Morocco where all homeless kids have homes. A Morocco that opens its houses for everyone, where no man and no women sleep on the pavements. I dream of a Morocco where all mothers take care of their kids whether they are the fruit of legal or out of wedlock. A Morocco that is a garden of life for all its citizens, instead of being a cemetery where the citizens’ dreams are withering and engraved.
I dream and will always keep dreaming of a Morocco where the hungry have enough food to eat and where the naked have enough clothes to wear. I dream of the day when we will put our clothes and our shoes on the pavements, and let those who do not have to choose and take what they like. I dream of a Morocco where we open our kitchens for the starving kids and the hungry to come in, cook what they like and eat what we have cooked. I dream of a Morocco where doors are open for every passerby and where each one’s home is everyone ‘s home. A Morocco with no thieves, no criminals and no aggressors.
It is my right to dream and that’s what I will keeping doing. I dream of a Morocco where people are not judged by their clothes or social grades. A Morocco where the the grades of citizenship will be the only measure to judge people. A Morocco where people are not judged by their tribes, origins, family names and acquaintances. A Morocco where the sick are cured not because they are rich or poor, not because they are important or marginalized. A Morocco where people have the right to have access to hospitals as humans and as citizens. I dream of a Morocco where the law is being applied on all the citizens on the same grounds without discrimination and without segregation. I dream of a Morocco where none is above nor below the law, where all the people are treated as the teeth of a comb and as the fingers of a hand.
I have always dreamt of beautiful Morocco that is a dream. A Morocco where we do not treat each other the way we treat dogs. A Morocco where people work hard more than they sleep, read and listen, more than they talk, plant trees and digest more than they eat, think more than they react, dance and sing more than they fight and quarrel, love more than they hate, get up to work more than they get up to sleep. I dream of a Morocco where we sow seeds of flowers more than we cut them, where we take care of citizens more than we disdain them, where we push people to think more than we push them to sink.
I dream, and this is just a dream, of a Morocco where all Moroccans have the right to dream and enjoy their dream, live it and get up to achieve more than they live in nightmares that disturb them while awake and asleep. I dream of a Morocco where sleepers dream instead of snoring. I dream of a beautiful, peaceful, healthy and developed Morocco where we are all treated equal as citizens of a kingdom of dreams. I can go on dreaming. But, I will not be selfish, let me get up and it is up to you to continue the dream.
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