Translated by Hisham from – المغرب أو دولة الحق و القانون..
I’m not an expert in people’s history, but despite my research, I failed to find any developed people who would accept kissing their ruler’s hands, and did not find any people who would revere a moving train for the mere possibility that their master may be in it. I did not find anywhere in the world that deputies, supposedly “chosen” by the people, could stand in the sun all day to pay their allegiance and prove loyalty to a leader; or children blessed with the title of “Sidi” or “Moulay” (Master) before even starting to utter their first words.
I see Morocco as an individual full of contradictions who spent the year 2009 descending along the slopes of human rights, the economy, education and Ramadan soap operas, who neglected his wife and beat his children, and while standing on his sleigh, sliding down into the abyss, he screamed and laughed madly at the world. But when the year ended and the country deservedly reached the bottom, he kept insisting that he did not fall down. The country entered 2010 at the rock bottom and instead of trying to get out of it, furnished it with traditional tapestry and hallowed it bringing local folklore, and then planted a large banner in which it wrote, full of care: Moroccan State.
Right in the beginning of 2010 someone identifying himself as Sharif Moulay Abdellah Bakkali (Sharif usually means “Honorable” and is reserved in the Moroccan context to descendants of the prophet of Islam) sent me a message. He blamed me for my melancholy writings and explained to me that democracy and freedom do exist in Morocco already, and that the difference with Europe, for example, is clear: it lays in the constant principles that we Moroccans are not allowed to trespass. His explanations were thorough and sufficient, but I, like the impudent transgressor of red lines that I am, did not find any convincing answer to his charge, apart from the phrase I sent in reply: “Your very name sir, is the blow to democracy.”