He has become almost suspect, even condemnable, dare to defend Morocco. Defending his institutions, his living forces, his stability base today seems to be an act of distrust of public opinion that has become bitter. As soon as we say a word of recognition towards the king, the Far or the DGSN, that we are thrown into the figure the infamous epithet of “Aayacha”. As if the love of the country had become a sin, servile compromise or an act of intellectual betrayal. As if sincere membership of a national project was a posture of courtier. Sad time when defending his homeland was assimilated to a lack of moral integrity.
This word, launched with disdain like a stone, carries in him a symbolic violence: that of self -contempt, that of an inner hatred which seeks to contaminate any noble and authentic feeling. As if honoring his institutions, those who watch in the shadow to protect our fragile daily life, had become a suspicious gesture, a position to be shamelessly denouncing. Yes, let’s say it with clarity and firmness: Morocco is indeed the target of plots. In its human flaws, in its imperfect but courageous fights, the kingdom remains an island of coveted stability as much as jealous. This stability disturbs because it is precious, it irritates because it is rare, it intrigues because it stands in front of the storms that shake the world at its borders. Moroccan stability attracts looks as much as it sharpens resentments.
And Morocco has never needed to be defended as much as in these times when external threats have become more subtle, more devious, almost imperceptible. They infiltrate the policed speeches of international conferences, in the muffled votes of the diplomatic backstage, in these moving alliances, woven and untied according to cynical geopolitical interests. The kingdom disturbs, annoys, intrigues because it resists where others vacillate, because it chooses order when others glorify chaos.
But the most formidable danger is not the one who comes from elsewhere, visible and frontal. It is much more insidious, tragically silent, deeply toxic. He flows into the very veins of the country, feeds on some of his own children, and thrives in the impunity of a permissive discourse. This danger is the Moroccan who forgets to love Morocco. He is the one who, under the guise of an alleged political or moral consciousness, distills hatred instead of animating the debate. Whoever openly despises our symbols, which without hesitation defiles our uniforms, which derives the collective effort and aligns coldly with external agendas when he does not create them himself. This one prefers collapse in patient construction, the media tumult with deep truth, the scandal fleeting to consistency.
And here, under the cover of a legitimate and historical fight – that of the Palestinian cause, deeply rooted in the hearts of each Moroccan -, some now strive to fracture our country, to shake its foundations, to sow the poison of discord. What a betrayal of an ideal to manipulate the shed blood of a brother people to stir up the embers of hatred at home! What is the point of defending distant land if it is to reduce his in ashes? These individuals skillfully mask their intentions: if they do not brandish violence themselves, they encourage it, provoke it, feed it by the ideological manipulation and cynical commodification of the Palestinian cause. Isolated in their dogmatic caves, they despise the state, reject its institutions, turn their backs on its symbols, flout its laws, while enjoying without embarrassment of the generosity of this Moroccan land. They do not defend any national cause, even the most sacred: the Moroccan Sahara. They never share the joy of Moroccans, they never feel their pain. Raised within this country, nourished by him, educated in his schools, they are now served without shame for hostile designs, becoming pawns of a deliberate strategy of programmed demolition.
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However, they do not offer any social, political or economic perspective; They do not carry the aspirations of the citizen. Indifferent to the major national projects, absent from any constructive dialogue, they see in their homeland only a “house of error” to dismantle from the inside. The most tragic is that while this prosperous agitation, the true sufferings of the country persist: a school out of breath, stifling hospitals, a youth that gets lost. These realities, however urgent, do not interest them. They remain away from the essential affairs of the country, preferring superficial provocations and the tumult of sterile clashes. The deep debate is unscrewed towards the insult, slander and moral sabotage.
Admittedly, Morocco is not perfect. But when we swap the debate against hatred, criticism against defamation, commitment against betrayal, is that we have lost much more than reason: it is to have lost the very meaning of the fatherland. And yet, Morocco has never been so dynamic, so alive, but also exposed to lusts. This so, jealous country deserves better than this turn of ingratitude. It deserves better than this nihilist drift aimed at destroying everything that remains standing. Some live in Morocco … but Morocco does not live in them. Experts in the art of disturbing waters, they know perfectly well that the hearts of Moroccans spontaneously beats for Palestine. And it is this sincere emotion that they cynically manipulate, thus returning the Moroccans against their own country, diverting their solidarity towards hostility against the nation.
They claim to speak on behalf of the Moroccans, moreover, decked out with contemptuous qualifiers such as ” electronic flies », « brigades », « subject », « microbes », And shamelessly target those who refuse the shameful commodification of the Palestinian cause. Morocco deserves better. It deserves an enlightened, not manipulated youth. Courageous, unresolved voices. Constructive, non -destructive opposition. Above all, it deserves citizens aware that criticism is not betrayal, but that betrayal is never a simple criticism. Because there is a crucial moment in the history of a nation where solidarity is no longer a luxury but a vital necessity. And those who still think that you can love your country while burning it have understood nothing in dignity or in Morocco.
Let us not give in to these impostors draped in the false veil of solidarity with Palestine to better stab their own homeland. Our sincere and unconditional compassion towards our Palestinian brothers should never serve as a fuel to fire our country. But now we instrumentalize the noble Palestinian cause in order to propagate the division in Morocco, as if the right fight of a brother people should become a Trojan horse for those whose only ambition is chaos here. What miserable unworthiness. Defend Palestine, yes, a thousand times yes. Sow discord in the kingdom? Never. How many times Morocco has provided concrete aid to our Gaza brothers, without hesitation or waiting. How many projects he financed, how many negotiations he led to release essential funds to the Palestinian authority.
But to love Palestine does not mean putting the keys to our stability to those who serve foreign agendas. This does not mean putting our safety back in the hands of chaos lovers.
Morocco first, and always.
