Emotional Plea for Help in Crisis

I cried seeing little children dying. I went back, I swear.

Anyone who has children... It's chaotic.

I'm telling you, cars and civil defense are carrying dead people.

You go in to swim, and they keep stepping on you.

My brothers, a piece of advice: go back. I advise people to go back.

There are no papers, no Ceuta, nothing. They're just laughing at us.

Go back. My brothers, go back. I... I'm done.

Because tiny little children are dying in front of me. I went back.

I pulled people out with me. I pulled people out.

I swear to Almighty God,

I pulled people out with me. I swear to Almighty God, I pulled people out.

I pulled people out with me, I pulled people out, I swear.

I myself was going to cross, but I went back.

And I will never think of crossing again.

Even if this border opens, I won't enter.

Let us stay in our country. We love our King.

Let us stay in our Morocco,

and let them find a solution for us.

Let them help us, give opportunities to the youth, and give them jobs.

I swear we won't cross. That's how it is.

Please, our master, look into our situation. It's too much.

I swear to God, it's too much.

A two- year- old died, a young girl died,

she bloated right in front of me.

Please go back, there is nothing here.

Take my advice, there is nothing.

I swear to God, it's nothing but lies.