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I wish I could run on the streets without being harassed

Yesterday someone asked me what was my dearest wish for this year. I said I wish I could run alone on the streets of Rabat without being looked upon like a sexual object, without hearing the annoying remarks and advances of men ranging from filthy homeless ones to the apparently good looking allegedly civilized ones. I wish I could run freely at any hour of the day without having to shrink my running time because my heart rate was going up and down because of fear and insecurity. I wish I could run whenever I wanted to, instead of waiting for my parents to come home at 8PM and tell me they’re too tired to keep me company, or wait for the week end to be able to finally run around the forest, where guards are there and still… men don’t miss a chance to put a word in edgewise anyway.


Every once in a while, I really wish I was not a girl in a predominantly Arab-muslim country. For too long, we have heard about the sexual harassment causes and the spread of awareness… what men only take from that is that women want to go naked on the streets and still be respected. Yet… what we only want is freedom. Freedom to go to the Grocery store and not feel like a random piece of meat. Freedom to have the grades we deserve or validation of our class at school without having to have sex with a filthy unjust teacher. Freedom to have a decent job without being harassed by the boss for desire of a promotion…

No… I don’t want to go out on the streets and show my breasts. Respect is only moral. Whether you wear a t-shirt or a burka, if a man is vicious he will stay vicious for the rest of his life. If a man chooses to care about his business, ain’t no piece of sexual meat going talk his eyes out of his business. Yet, vested or not, a woman will stay a women… I mean some sort of box emptier for men’s libido and lust.


This whole argument was not even about clothes. I am speaking on my behalf only. Not being able to run when I want to, where I want to, ruins my training and ruins my ambitions… it destroys the very wish I have to get better at what I do. It’s a metaphor of life. It destroys every potential, every energy I have to burst out and excel in what I love and cherish the most. Women will never get better at what they do as long as they are obstacles that hurt them in the core of their being, making them uncomfortable even when having to accept what there sex is.

A woman will be a mother one day, of a girl, of a boy… She will never teach them equality and respect unless there is security.


My only wish is to run one day… alone, free, and secure.



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Chaos is not the key to beauty.

Chaos is not the key to beauty. One doesn’t exist without the other. Beauty and Chaos are two existing concepts, and the fusion of the two is what really creates life. There is the right and the wrong, the good and the evil. But with the advent of society, not only black and white coexist, but the lines become blurry, and that is when the grey concept makes its entrance. Indeed, this is what we all need. Being too « dark » equals despair and depression, being too « light » equals extasy. In the two cases, either you’re loosing or gaining everything. But what is the real value of life ? It’s the content of what you have, and the hope for what you need. And that’s what I call equilibrium. You have a background that has built your personnality, and you’re using your personnality to create a new world.
Now what you call chaos might as well mean the bad influence of Society. (Obscurantism, exploitation,…) People usually observe little, and deduce quickly. As a professor says : « Correlation does not always equal causation ». Maybe life is flooded by an overtly destructive society, but with it being constant -going on a steady caliber- means there is still a great deal of benevolence. Now points of view often dissent on whether life is good or bad, but it is all about each individual’s psychology. Following one’s perception, life may seem alike, but as many of you could have possibly noticed, it is all relative, there is no absolute statement that defines the complexity life.
We live in a fluzzy, vague world, and we are empowered, thanks to goodwill and strong determination, to face the obstacles and barriers that obviate our paths. Relativity is what makes life tolerable.

A man with no reason to live for is a man not worth living.

What have I done? I have recently been asked by a friend of mine if I have ever had an existential crisis. I say of course I have, of course we all have had at least one throughout our lives. But what is the point of having an existential crisis when you are passing by hard times, caused by some sad events you’ve been issuing? Why do you have to question about the turn of things when desperate and in need, not when everything’s alright and you actually have the full control of your nervs. Doesn’t it show how weak and narrow-minded you could be?
When everything works out just the way you want, you never let yourself ask questions about the « why? », because when self-contented, you don’t need to complicate things further more, or at least, you know hard times will come out soon, so you’d better take advantage of this exquisite moment you’ve been seeking the whole time; this what I’ve come to conclude.
Let me make myself clear. I am in full control of my brain now and I am asking : Why is it that I’m living? Why is it that others do? Is there a specific purpose to life? Is there some sort of end we’re all bound to figure out?
Take a minute and reflect. Has it ever occured to you to take it seriously enough? Hell yes!, but you’ve never really given it much attention. Oh right, remember? This is just due to your instant mood, no further complications! This is in no case your natural thinking process.
I have seen a man with no hope. Mere example; everytime we sat down for a chess game, he used to start it off with a : « Look, I know you’ll win, besides I’m not feeling right. » Now I don’t think that was about his physical nor moral estate at all. I say it has to do with his faith. No matter how little details like that seem to be irrelevant, I still think they are of great importance to one’s believes.
He failed his exams at age 17 and dropped out from school. No hope. He attempted to flirt with a girl and all he got was a slap in the face and a flagrant humiliation. No hope. These two trivial events led him to attempt suicide twice, to no avail. No hope. He’s been sent to a psychiatric aisle and spent most of his life blaming himself for not having done a single good/bad deed in his life, even marrying was not an exploit. Because he had no hope. No faith. Nada!
What is it? Some kind of perception of life that deprives you from seeing the positive aspect of it? Say you’re not an optimist, what else have you got left? I know that if it doesn’t work with feelings and insight, it works with logic, observation and deduction.
We were all born with some specific reason to live for; up to each one to figure it out on his own. It doesn’t necessarily mean to follow a religion (although i’m a strong pious), or the submission to someone’s will.
This reason is designed so you can subconsciously feel the satisfaction it brings to your ego and those around you. A reason that makes you stand in front of obstacles, makes you resist the pain you may endure, makes you accept the happiness and realize the contrast between the two phases: exultation vs depression. Not only this, but also a reason that makes you wonder everytime about the « how », « why », and « where to ».
We are bound to live for x-years, then what? When I look back to this old man I know, I see him approaching his 70s, still no track to leave behind. Will humanity ever remember him? How does it feel to live and die as if you just never came to life? It’s like adding and substracting the same same number from an initial one.
0+1-1=0. Life hosts and individual, the latter dies and everything goes back to where it started. Tell me: why even coming to life if it is pointless?
Take the same equation and suppose the individual leaves a track behind (x).
0+1+x-1=0+x. Life hosts an individual, the latter gives essence to some invention of his own design (let the invention be relevant to any field: science, litterature,..), then he dies. What remains? x, our Goddam invention, which is originally the reason why this individual existed.
Now the nature of this reason is subject to controversy, but I say even if it has to do only with reproduction (to the worst), just do it!
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