Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dreams of youth!

Back on board of imagination waves, I travel far away to the early age of my youth. I feel fascinated by the plain life and smitten by sweet dreams. Everything was simple, and easy to be reached. Oh! How many palaces, castles, houses…I had in my, both, night and day, dreams. I dreamed of bigger things, bigger than my shrimpy body. But I didn’t know, and wasn’t mature enough to realize how life is going to become complicated and darker, and how all that fortune is going to fade away. Life complication evolves in parallel to my body’s size. The bigger I become, the bigger it turns to be, till it becomes a monster I could not face. And the older I become, the tougher I have to fight, and the more I try, the more I hurt myself, and sometimes others. The dreams that were sweet have become just a pan of tar seeping its bitterness all around. Without hope, the only arm I still own, my ending would have arrived before this time.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

About the Moroccan movement 20th February

After the upsurge of movements against corruption and tyranny in North Africa and Arab world, and after the booming of Arab’s democratic spring, as it’s called, Morocco as part of this corrupt world, received the breezes of this wind of change coming from Tunisia, and seen the birth of the movement called 20th February. Since that date, the movement led protests all over the country, all united about the main goal- to fight corruption of all its demonstrations in the country.

There were, and there is, no revolution in Morocco, as it’s the case with Tunisia and Egypt or other countries, but the movement succeeded to open a wide political debate that led to the constitutional change, and the vote of a new constitution in the first of last July, which was largely voted favorably, regardless of how the poll and its campaign passed.

The movement was uniting all streams in the country with their different ideologies and backgrounds, all hand in hand with the main goal, as already mentioned, to fight corruption and to build a new country where all citizens are equal and have complete rights, but lately these mosaic ideologies and backgrounds are very far from each other to lead a unite movement. And this is one of many causes that cause the muffling of 20th Feb’s glow.

The ideological differences are vital in the life of the February movement. For example, if someone is a member or just believe in Islamic group “Jamaat Adl wa Ihsan” “justice and charity” and its extremist views, how could he tolerate someone from the group “Kif Kif” defending the rights of gays, to be with him side by side? Or how could someone from the group of “Mali” who’s calling to breakfast publicly in Ramadan to tolerate a bearded activist from “Adl Wa Ihssan”?

And if there is someone who understood this well, it is the authorities who exploited, and will continue to exploit, the ideological differences to fight each stream inside 20th February by its contrast and to spread as much hate toward the movement as possible, by playing on each one’s beliefs. If you hate “Adl Wa Ihsan” there’s a reason to boycott 20th February, and if you hate “Mali” “Kif Kif”, there still a reason for you to boycott the movement. If you belong to none of these, there still hundred reasons to keep away from adopting the movement. And this is all for the benefit of those profiting from the current situation and change haters.

Friday, July 22, 2011

My experience with languages Tamazight, Arabic, French, English

Whenever I hear the debate rose about languages in Morocco and which one should be the official one in the country, I just think about my experience with languages. My parents and ancestors are Amazigh, and speak only one language Tamazight, and what they know in Arabic is some verses of Coran, they learned by heart in mosques to use in pray. So when I was born, the language that my mother fed me and that I hear everywhere in my surrounding was Tamazight. And then I started to learn classic Arabic, first in the mosque and later when I attended the school where I started to hear also some dialect Arabic, which was a little used by teachers. So up till that stage, I was introduced to three languages. And in the third year in school, another language was added, French.

Before the age of 10, I had to deal with four languages. My mother tongue comes in the first position because it’s the one I use frequently, and my only communication link with my family and surrounding, and then classic Arabic in which school programs were written. And the dialectal Arabic, though it was not much necessary in daily use in rural towns, such where I lived in, as mostly all people are Amazighs, but we tried as children of the town to learn it because we felt embarrassed when we fail to communicate with family members coming from the city, or some foreigners we meet in the surroundings, and also because our older brothers and sisters who attended school learned it.

And when I moved to high school at the age of 16, a 5th language was added to all that mixture, English. And the use of the other languages had become more essential than before. The classic Arabic use was very vital, as it’s required to succeed in school and almost the whole program is in classic Arabic. And dialectal Arabic was necessary to communicate with my peers, some of them who speak only dialect Arabic as it is their mother tongue. French too, had a significant importance in studies.

When I moved to seek a job, I found that the classic Arabic that we used to study for long years, and that is the official language in constitution is incapable to feed me, and unable to secure a job. Most of the jobs require French, as it is the language of economy, and of course this is related to colonization, and the forced link to the colonizer- France.

Learning all that number of languages was exhausting, and certainly has taken much time and strength, but probably it was preventing me from mastering them all. But, shall we see this combination of languages as positive, or negative? I don’t know.

Learning languages is certainly positive, but not all at once.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Osama died, Obama born!

The release of Barack Obama’s birth certificate two weeks ago, showing that he was born in Honolulu, Hawaii on August 4, 1961, ends the assumption and discussion about his birth place. This certificate is a pre-declaration of a political rebirth of Obama and a funeral to that debate, but actually it was a certificate of a real birth that will come a week later, after the death of Osama Bin Laden. Worldwide, the announcement of Osama’s death is related to Obama as he was the announcer, and without doubt, this has renewed Obama’s popularity and will strengthen his position in the presidential elections on the doors. And though the release of his birth certificate has come a week earlier, but, it’s only a week to name the new born. Osama died, Obama born. But, if Osama is not shrouded and buried in the sea, isn’t there a probability that the opposition will take off Obama’s political clothes?