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Good morning everyone. This isn't my typical post, and I apologize for the deviation. Please feel free to skip it if it doesn't interest you.
However, after a couple days away from X, I couldn't bring myself to simply return to my usual posts and good mood as if nothing happened. I believed I could, I truly did. But a seemingly simple video of a flag being lowered proved me wrong.
I owe this post to my friends here and to everyone who follows me.
But above all, I owe it to my country and to every soul that has been lost in its embrace since last Friday night.
I owe it to those who are suffering the irreplaceable void created by the loss of a parent, a child, a sibling, a relative, a dear friend, or a warm solid home.
I owe it to the injured now suspended in that agonizing liminal state between life and death, their futures uncertain.
I owe it to every person still trapped beneath the weight of rubble, their broken voices whimpering for help in the crushing darkness.
I owe it to every brave member of the rescue crew and to every valiant citizen, digging through the ruins with their bare hands, risking their lives to bring survivors to safety.
Furthermore, I owe it to every fellow Moroccan who, in the face of affliction, left everything behind and rallied with heartfelt donations to make a difference, no matter how small.
We grew up in a world where the news unfolded a barrage of tragedies every day- from natural disasters and tragic accidents to the ceaseless suffering of occupied Palestine. The pangs of scorching ache in my chest were always there, but none compare to this overwhelming grief that has brought me to my knees today.
I never imagined that my heart could bleed so deeply for complete strangers. I never phantomed that I would feel this raw searing pain that has kept me teetering on the brink of tears for days, all for people of a region I've never even set foot in.
And Iโm no softie. For the past four years, I've dedicated almost every other weekend to the ER. In the beginning, I would cry for days after witnessing the grim news of a malignant tumour delivered to a patient. I would replay the haunting scenes of patients' deaths in my mind for weeks on end. Over time, the pain still lingers, hiding in the shadows, but never far away.
And today, I foolishly believed that a mere weekend break would suffice, that 48 hours could soothe the torment and restore my former self.
The harsh truth is that my old self is no longer there. The harsh truth is that this event has shattered my life beyond recognition. I realise, now more than ever, that nothing remains permanent.
Yet what truly warms my heart in this ocean of grief, is that as for a mere nine months ago, we, Moroccans, rejoiced in unity during the World Cup, celebrating together as one happy family, bathing in a warm fuzzy air of euphoria. And today, we rise together, standing united to extend a helping hand, reaching out to one another.
Today, local grocery stores are offering free and discounted supplies for anyone intending to help.
Today, local taxis and transportation companies are offering free rides to blood donation centers and affected regions.
Today, tens if not hundreds of thousands of citizens donated tents, blankets, utensils and food.
Today, people are already volunteering to adopt orphans of the earthquake.
Today, as it always has been, Morocco truly is its people.
And as my country lowers its flag in solemn respect for the victims, my heart is aching. All I can humbly request from anyone who comes across this post is to offer your heartfelt prayers for Morocco.
A profound thank you extends to everyone, from every corner of the world, who offered their prayers and assistance. Your support and kindness in these challenging times are deeply appreciated.
ุงูููู ุงุฑุญู ู ูุชุงูุง ู ู ูุชู ุงูู ุณูู ูู. ุงูููู ุฅูุง ูุณุฃูู ุฎูุฑูุง ู ุฎูุฑ ู ุง ูููุง ู ุฎูุฑ ู ุง ุฃุฑุณูุช ุจู. ู ูุนูุฐ ุจู ู ู ุดุฑูุง ู ุดุฑ ู ุง ูููุง ู ุดุฑ ู ุง ุฃุฑุณูุช ุจู
Video credits: @TheMoroccanShow.