By Rachid Khouya
By Rachid Khouya
Morocco World News
Smara, Morocco, April 3, 2013
If I were to choose between the blood of our ministers and politicians or death, I would prefer to die in peace. I would not want to share the blood that runs in my veins with this kind of people. Their blood is polluted with corruption and dirt.
The blood they gave was not theirs. It was the people’s blood. Most of them have been sucking our blood for decades and some of them have inherited our blood from their fathers and forefathers who used to suck the blood of our grandparents.
We should not trust them when they give their blood in hospitals in front of the cameras. The cameras should show them while sucking the blood of homeless, the jobless, the orphans, the poor, the beggars, the needy and the hopeless men and women of this country.
All of them, with little exception, are fond of abusing people’s rights and drinking their sweat and blood. All of them, with little exception, are playing roles to trick the people, the king and the nation.
The people do not want their blood. They want to see the blood of the corrupted politicians shed in public trials, in courts of justice. They should give back what their grandfathers stole and what they themselves took from the nation and the people. This is what the citizens want.
Moroccans who have given their lives to protect the country and to get and keep the independence and the unity of the kingdom are all fresh veins and fresh rivers of blood. They are all ready to give their lives and blood to save the country and the citizens who are sick and sickened.
When we have seen how all those who took pictures in front of television cameras as propaganda for the coming elections have been indifferent to the cause of the sick young engineer who is still in a hospital in Rabat without giving from their money to save his life, we understand that the pictures of them giving blood were just theater and a game.
If I were rich, I would not hesitate to pay for his medical operations and save that soul knowing that ‘those who save a soul are like saving all humans and that letting a soul die and watching it die is like killing all the people.
If I had houses or properties, I would sell them and help. If I had treasure and gold, I would sell that and help. But I am just a teacher and all what I have is prayers and tears. I cried for you brother as I prayed and will keep praying for you.
I know how hard it is to feel helpless when you watch your brother, sister, mother and father facing death and not be able to do anything to help. I know how it is to see money being wasted in festivals, non-educational films and TV programs.
Those are moments when we doubt our leaders, our friends, our nations and ourselves. Those are moments when we know those who give their blood for the sake of their “Blad and sons of Blad‘ (country and its citizens) and those who are interested only in renewing their corrupted blood by giving some drops of blood to cause a national flood in the rivers of our economy and wealth.
If you were a singer, a dancer or an actor, they would all help. But you are a young intellectual who has lost his heart while studying and thinking to help in the development of our country. Here we have let you alone to face death because we save bodies and we do not worry about minds.
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