Diary #4: Finally Home ……. Berkane City Secret

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Hello world, hello Morocco!

Today I write from the capital of orange, Berkane city, my hometown and my proud and joy! I can’t imagine I’m finally here in the most beautiful city in Morocco. Although many people in Morocco enjoy joking about it and laughing at its residence I personally believe that they only don’t see what lies behind the curtains of their ignorance. Berkane is a beautiful city, surrounded with lush gardens and orange orchards..The breathtaking gold sand beach of Saidia is few minutes away while the sprawling forests of the Tafughalet Mountains can be found just few kilometers from the city. However if you are into the Sahara’s beautiful landscapes and oases you can find them at your disposal just 70km south of the city.

Few people know about Berkane City Secrets, but if you up to adventures remember that the key to forever remembered memories is at your reach if and only if you visit Berkane City.

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Diary #3: The Final Day Of Regular Classes – An Open Letter

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Dear readers,

The day has finally came, a day I waited to witness since the start of the semester, a day when all students get ready to pass their finals, pack their bags and say goodbye. Today is the beginning of a journey towards a refreshing 3 month vacation back and even though 5 days are still looming in between, I feel like if the 18th of may has arrived already. Happiness, fear, anxiety, hope and guilt fight together in my mind as I reflect upon my 4 month stint at Al Akhawayn University. But could I call it a stint, maybe an experience is more suitable but then again, if it is an experience it is still far from ending as the vacation approaching is only a much needed yet limited rest period that will come into an end by Sepetember 1st when a new Fall semester begins.

So, should I be happy that the semester is over and that I’m going back home to my room, our Mansion’s maids and my loyal friends? Or should I surrender and dive to the darkness of a reality evolving around the fact that I’m bound to comeback to this lonely place where I’m seen and portrayed as a rebel with a cause of destroying AUI’s students? Who knows, I on a personal note stand firm behind the believe that no matter what, I can always drop out of college and enjoy the perks of being a rich, influential and travel-loving Abdouss Family Member.

always with love,

Diary #2: Moving Out, Moving In! Just got my own single room but with a catch!

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Just a couple of days ago, I was hoping to get a single room! Boom I stroke a deal with the housing office to leave my room (my roommate is also forced to leave); as a result of so many problems between me and my roommate; and move into an apartment of six people.

Its not as bad as you might think, I got a room all to myself seeing its empty and the only bummer thing about this whole situation is that I have to share the bathroom! And I feel an urge beyond me to tell you that the bathroom is as clean as a dirty trash can!

well, life goes both ways and I was lucky enough to have found this room and even though the other residents seem nice I made it my mission to stay alone and stay safe from any interactions which will lead to debates which might lead to disagreements and which will definitely lead to confrontations! oh well, its better this way!

Diary #1: Could I get a single room?

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This is my third semester at Akhawayn in Ifrane, which is a university modeled as Morocco’s Harvard (cliche I know!) and its students are considered and celebrated as the next or future leaders of Morocco.

However, behind all of this glamour and mesmerizing facade, lies the fact that many students are forced to live in a double room, some not even inside campus without the possibility to pay double and get a single room. I know that this might get me in so much trouble and my plate is already full with controversy stemming from my westernized character! but if people truly believe in democracy, freedom of expression and Constructive criticism they will have no other way than to accept my right to self-express my utter disappointment with how the system of Morocco’s so-called N°1 university works. Single rooms should be available to those able to pay the fee and not be strictly evolving around a seemingly endless waiting-list.

As of this writing, I’m positioned 77th on the list! I may never get the single room seeing that I have about 2 to 2.5 years to graduate.