Morocco
I  am so sorry I can not love my home country, Morocco. This is neither  treachery, nor apathy. Some say that one does not have to wait for his  country to offer him something; it is rather we who are to offer the  country something. But, in Morocco, we do not always get even the basic  rights in return for what we offer the country. What have  Moroccan teachers gained from educating numerous students when they  have been beaten by police? What have Moroccan nurses and doctors gained  from treating patients in hospitals when they too have been beaten by  police? What have students gained from studying when the majority go  jobless the moment they graduate? What have pupils gained when they  commute a number of kilometers just to get to school? I am so sorry I  can not love my home country when I do not get anything in return from  what I offer it. I am so sorry I can not love my home country when those  who claim it and govern it indulge in corruption. I am so sorry I can  love my home country when those in authority still live in the ivory  tower, while those whom they govern still live in shanty towns. I can  not love my home country simply because "home country" here stands for  the people who govern it, not the land or flag itself.
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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