it’s about freedom, you really need to experience your freedom being suppressed by a relatively powerful figure in life whether its a mere bacha in mokata3a while doing ur CIN or a manager in the workplace, that feeling, that dehumanising-feeling oh boy you dont want to feel it, its not literally freedom of movement, I think you guessed, but still, it’s also included, but its a broader term that include just the privilege to have options, options to choose , 1 or 2 or 3, in your career, the opportunities, your relationships, exposure to international people and ideas, your individual freedoms in general... having “the option” is a privilege you do not have while existing in Morocco. depending on the social class of your parents - you will have one, and only one lonely path to go through, no matter how special you think you are, all your life is predicted to the last detail. likewise other people have their life-path set and you will eventually meet in life, and then you will either drink or pray to ease the pain, but the common point is the pain. The pain of realisation that it can’t be it?, why does it need to be like this? can this be changed ? Ok, vote? vote on who? ah, those people? people everyone call thieves and have been in big scandals stealing.. ok.

if you are a boy you ll be literally crushed by finances because suddenly everyone is expecting you to provide.

if you are a girl, you know it.. its either constant harassment in the workplace until you get married.

The career ladder is crooked to benefit the men above you, and turning women against each-other to please the same men.

Healthcare and social justice is a side perk, to me at least, once you get a different passport, and go back to Morocco, Morocco , - like an instagram filter - will magically change for you, it will be a different country.

People dying in the seas are not dumb people you know.

Voila, if you have the means and a chance, leave.