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Ramadan Moubarak!

Contemptuous Sadness

A lot has been going on lately. The changes in my life and the dire economics are just too much to handle at once.

I have never felt the urgency to grow and toughen up like now. I guess you reach a certain point in life when you are called upon, and you cannot deny the call or reject it. Being a mom is so nice and fulfilling, but men it is serious business.

To every parent out there, kudos to you and may you get the strength and the love to keep your family together.

An unsespected resurection

Life is really funny. Just when I thought that I got a hold of my existence and of the life itself, it pulled me back to reality. reminding me that the control I am bragging about is only an illusion.

I thought I had made it, I took the turn that will change it all. Make it all go away. I though that i had forgotten what was...that I was over it...But, oh! How shocking it was to realise that all the memories I had "buried" and moaned over are still alive. waiting behind the curtain for the...I was going to say the perfect moment, but it was not. How can it be more perfect than the birth of my child? How can it take me away from my family? from enjoying my new baby.

Despite it all, I have to admit that I am glad to see him again but I cannot stop thinking...I wonder why? Why did you come back, resurface now? And how did I forget about the heartache?

Is it a sign that times are about to change? Is it you who found me or is it me, who found whom? Oh, well! We will see...Times will tell.

Passivité, passivité quand tu nous prends

Do you know what I am talking about? Have you ever been left behind by your own existence, put aside a as spectator?
That is what is happening to me these days, not sure why or how…when. I am no longer in control of my life, I see it unfold before me and I am just numb. I do not react to things and events that are happening. I am just sailing along…
Have you ever felt that way?

Ramadan Moubarak

A tout le monde, Ramadan Moubarak...sante, prosperite et paix dans le monde entier et pas d'exception. Arabe, Berber (Amazighi, if you like it better), Musulman, Juif...je ne sais quoi...je vous dis Bon Ramadan, bon karem wa mabrouk hada achahr.

The smaller picture

For big dreams you always start with the small picture, and to change Morocco, we will have to start at a local level. Do not look just yet at the parliament, but vote and change things at your level once that is taken care of we will talk about the parliament. In fact at that point your claims should have reached the parliament and your government.

Start by cleaning your doorway…you clean your doorway, your neighbor can't help it but do the same and the next thing you know it is the whole neighborhood.

My dignity depends on your vote

Seems I was not clear … I do blame people (myself too) for what is not working in Morocco.
Looks like, with the upcoming elections, we are going back to our old habits again… the government did not do this, the government did not do that, why would I vote? My voice did not make a difference last time I voted, it won't change anything today. Tell you what, yes it will not change anything, for the simplest reason that you did not vote last time and you are denying yourself that right once again.
I just wanted to share with you- and you can quote me on this, NEITHER THE GOVERNMENT, NOR THE KING WILL CHANGE ANYTHING, we have to claim the change! We Moroccans have to start thinking and acting as citizens. Kick your representatives' butts, make them work … show them that you are no longer a subject but "un citoyens Marocains comme il se doit".
For a long time, we let ourselves be misled; the administration is the servant and not us. Remind the clerk who is giving you an attitude "au service des mines," that he/she was hired to serve you and that if it were not for you she/he would be still waiting at the temps agency… that will hopefully remind them who they are.
Don't give away your voice, VOTE. That is the only way for us to reclaim our BEAUTIFUL country.