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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