Maghribi Maghribi | RedOne's Anthem of Despair: Patriotism Hits Rock Bottom
Deep down, almost everyone hates this place. And the government knows it. So, they feed us songs about patriotism, about loving your nation. “Redone - Maghribi Maghribi” (Moroccan Moroccan). Again repetition.
Fouad FARJANI
1/28/2025
What is Morocco?
I don't know if I can give you a concrete answer, but I can offer you my perspective. Born here, raised here, and yet somehow never fully belonging here. I've lived inside Morocco’s sun burnt walls and outside its shadow, in lands where Taxi Drivers actually take you to your destination of choice and places where dignity overall isn’t a luxury.
So, what is Morocco to me? A paradox. A place that smiles to tourists but grimaces at its own people. A country that feels like it’s constantly trying to convince itself it’s more than it is, just like a person buying expensive shoes on credit while ignoring the rent.
If I had the choice, would I choose to be born in Morocco? Absolutely not.
I'd pick a country where my passport wouldn’t feel like a leash. Where the concept of "free movement" doesn’t involve standing in humiliating lines at embassies, clutching an armful of documents and praying to the Visa Gods.
In Morocco, you’re not a citizen; you’re a hostage to bureaucracy, a prisoner of limited possibilities.
Is Morocco a Good Scam?
Now that’s a juicy question. Economically speaking, it might just be the greatest scam ever pulled. People are paid peanuts, but the cost of living feels like it’s been imported directly from Iceland. Want a decent cup of coffee? That’ll be a day’s wages. An apartment? You’ll be selling your kidneys on the black market before you can afford the down payment. Meanwhile, the rich cruise through their lives in tinted SUVs, while the rest of us sweat it out, wondering if this is progress or just a cruel joke.
Why Are Moroccans Stupid?
They aren’t stupid. Let’s get that straight. But the poor people of morocco, they’ve been brainwashed—generation after generation. It starts at home, with parents who teach their kids to obey, to worship, to walk by walls just in case. To never question. It continues in schools, where critical thinking is replaced by repetitive memorization & propaganda. And then there’s society, that relentless whisper in your ear: “Don’t rock the boat. Respect the suits (men in suits). Keep your head down.” It’s not stupidity; it’s conditioning. A lifetime of being told that rebellion is dangerous and submission is survival.
Am I Crazy?
Maybe. But if seeing through the cracks in the facade makes me crazy, then I’ll take it. Because the alternative is worse, to conform, to blend in, to submit. I can’t do it.
Morocco teaches you that you have two options: kneel or create. And I’d rather create—independently, defiantly. Even if it means standing apart from the crowd.
Why the Patriotism Propaganda?
Deep down, almost everyone hates this place. And the government knows it. So, they feed us songs about patriotism, about loving your nation. “Redone - Maghribi Maghribi” (Moroccan Moroccan). Again repetition.
But Why? Because if we were honest about how much we despise the corruption, the inequality, the daily grind, the cheap TV acts, the whole system would collapse. Patriotism is the duct tape holding together a country that’s falling apart at the seams.
Morocco is a performance. A masterclass in illusion. It’s the postcard-perfect scenes of Marrakech and Chefchaouen, sold to the world as authenticity. It’s the festivals and the smiles and the “welcome to Morocco, my friend,” hiding the cracks beneath the surface.
And yet, for all its flaws, Morocco has one undeniable truth, it forces you to choose who you are. Submit or resist. Stay or leave. Sink or swim.
So, no, Morocco isn’t the best country in the World, not even in Africa. But for those who refuse to play along, it’s a place that sharpens your edges. And that’s its own kind of gift.