Migration Crisis and National Identity

When reality hit us, we couldn't respond to it,

because reality is an event that imposes itself, not a person provoking you.

We are now trying to search for an explanation, an excuse, an accused party,

so we can say that these images do not resemble us.

And in all scenarios,

we find no escape from the humiliation and shame of this scene.

It literally burns the heart,

and burns our nerves because we didn't accept it, and this is normal.

We have previously heard many voices warning of a bleak social,

economic, and living situation that could spiral out of control.

We accused them of pessimism and damaging the country's reputation.

We treated a country thousands of years old, our country,

like a child we fear the neighbors' mockery of, so we hide its flaws.

And we accuse those who warn of them of being foreign agents,

nihilists, and even traitors.

Then came this burning scene, like a tsunami we are now trying to hide in

a sewer drain.

But we couldn't, the headlines

of all the world's newspapers and channels are talking about the crossing... ...

of tens of thousands of Moroccans, just like you and me,

towards a city occupied by Spain, fleeing their country.

The sentence is harsh, it disgraced us,

but it didn't come out of nowhere.

Whether it was a conspiracy, geopolitical blackmail, an intelligence operation,

or just public discontent, whatever the reason... ...

in the end, the important thing is that thousands of us are able to decide to

leave their homes within minutes... ...

to cross towards our former and current colonizer, individuals and families,

towards the unknown.

How much we hounded the press that warned us,

and rejoiced in the' all is well' press... ...

until we found the country's children heading

by land and sea towards the unknown, and even towards death.