Life is Unfair

Inequality in life has been, among other things, a principal motive behind my writing pursuit. I often deem life as unfair, not because some of us are born with a silver spoon in their mouth or with a disability, but rather because most of us have made it so. I do not of course have the right to blame the handicapped for their disability, but I have the right to harshly blame those people who have made them disabled. Those in authority are never to blame for their prestige as long as they deserve the position they hold, neither are failures to blame since they themselves express remorse.

Inequality is pervading every corner of our everyday lives, ranging from job opportunities to the undeserved appointments. Out of my experience, for instance, two fellow female graduates of mine were once appointed to the same remote place of work, but later on, only one of them attained a working place in the vicinity of her home. She was able to do so simply because her father is a principal inspector at the academy. These two graduates were not treated on the same footing owing to nepotism that is still pervasive. Nobody can deny that some graduates are more equal than others. It is not because life has made them so, but because some people has made the lives of others appear so.

To me, I bear no grudge against anyone in case life itself is unfair, but I can not bear observing others' lives as they turn unequal. With respect to my teaching career, I would say that I do not blame myself for becoming just a middle school teacher with a meager salary. However, I soon begin to blame myself the moment I meet someone whom I once outshined and who now holds a higher position than mine. Frankly, I am ineffably glad about their achievement, but at the same time, I lament the fact that early over-achievers in studies hold a lower position than late underachievers. Here, so few form the exception.

Recently, as I was sitting at a table in a café, I couldn't help hearing several teachers complaining about promotion of their salaries. I honestly sided with them and hoped that they would be promoted the soonest possible. Still, I wondered why I had never heard a teacher complaining about their teaching competences. I then knew that there are some teachers who worry about money, while there are others who worry about their competences. It is a real pity that those with a high salary have not graduated from training centers, while those with a low salary have. It goes without saying that life is made unfair here too.

The yearly intake of M.A. and PhD holders is living proof that the analogies I drew above are undeniably true. If one dares to conduct an interview with this category of teachers, one will surely find the answer to where the secret of their success lies. It lies in that they have once applied for the position of primary school teacher, middle school teacher and high school teacher. However, to their dismay, they did not succeed to attain any of them.

They, therefore, had no choice but to pursue their studies. Anyway, that is the best choice at their disposal. In short, in Morocco, the current truism is that those fail an entrance examination three times or so stand more chances of holding a higher position than those who pass it only once. What a total paradox!