Nadia Benchekroun- Casablanca- "I finally decided to return to Morocco permanently, I'm dropping everything in Paris and I'm going home, I don't care , we'll see ... "
Nadia Benchekroun- Casablanca- “I finally decided to return to Morocco permanently, I’m dropping everything in Paris and I’m going home, I don’t care , we’ll see … “
That is what you told yourself a month ago, a year ago, or more. You had told yourself you would go back to Morocco once you have the French citizenship, but you didn’t have the guts to stay three more years in Paris. Furthermore, all you friends went back, so… You settled in Rabat or in Casa. You work for a multinational firm or in a bank… To put it in a nutshell, you work for a super cool company with an impressive name. But in the end, your salary is crap.
People will say it’s normal “You just got back, you have to start somewhere.” Yes, you do have to start somewhere, but you’re impatient, because you paid a big load of money to get an education. You see people you hadn’t seen in 5, 10 15 years. And you realize people really evolve differently. You’re living in a developing country… The minimum salary is €200, and half the population can’t read or write. When you came back to Morocco, you thought you would become rich, start your own company, like THE advertising company of the year, that you would find THE thing.
You did come back with a head full of ideas and you were over optimistic. But no… you work for an asshole who barely graduated from high school and who treats you like shit because you got the job thanks to your sister’s husband’s brother’s cousin. You wanted to get in through the big door, but you heard it doesn’t work like that here… so you do what everyone does. You want to buy an apartment, a small one to begin with, but you realize the square meter is worth MAD 20,000 ($2,400). So you tell yourself you will wait a little… until prices go down, even though you know you’ll be screwed if you don’t buy now.
Your mom gave you her car and your dad pays your rent. You do the same thing all day long, and you see the same people every day. Even though at the beginning, you were very happy to go home. Yes, it’s your country after all! And you missed the sun! But you’re tired of the heat already and you miss winter. From time to time, you tell yourself you would like to go for a walk in Saint
Michel, or go to the movies discreetly. But you don’t know when you will go back to Paris.
You are single, you are 26 and you live alone, half of your friends got married when they were 22 and have 3 kids. They are happy because they have never known anything else, but you tell yourself you’re a fighter, a woman with a real job, that you want better things for yourself…
Men your age are still in Paris and go from a 18 year old chick to a 20 year old one. They spend their weekends in clubs and wait until they are 35 to settle down. They want to enjoy life!!! Oh, if I were a man… And it’s the same thing here. Men check your handbag’s brand before they take you out for coffee. Going out for coffee has become your hobby, one has to do like everyone else. And someday you wonder what the hell you are doing here, why you came back, and especially if you can go back!
You feel Parisian in your heart and in your soul. But you came back and… you’ll see!
Translated from French by Louise Riondel
The French and original version of this article was published on hyawhowa.com
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