On being a woman in Morocco

Being a woman in Morocco is… wow, where do i begin? In my early twenties, I can clearly say that being a woman in my country has to be one of life’s biggest challenges. It’s almost the same case for my fellow sisters in other third-world countries and arab world. I can’t describe how many times I decided to stay home instead of going out to avoid being hassled, to change outfit based on the place I’m going to, to take a long shirt to cover myself with when I’m in the streets and that I take away once “safe” with people I know, to ask my friends to walk with me so that I don’t get followed or harassed… It’s almost a caricature how women are treated here. There’s actually something  even more curious going on: you’re either rich and untouchable from all this sexism, discrimination, harassment and hate; or, you’re poor or in the middle class and you’re forced to live and interract with narrow-minded, biased, bigoted and misogyneous people. I chose the word ‘people’ here instead of ‘men’ because the problem about patriarchy and woman-hate in our country is not something that only men do, it became something so rooted and so deeply cultural that a lot of women became discriminatory against their own kind too. These women see themselves as objects just like society does, they accept what their fathers, brothers and husbands force them to be: good mothers, excellent housewives  and taboo sexual matter that needs to be hiden back home. As a result, you can see a woman treating another woman a slut in the street and laughing at her if a man molests her in public for the only reason that she’s wearing a skirt, pants or just any other outfit that doesn’t cover her entire body. Women fight each other to proove that they’re the saintest and purest. To me, that’s the worst about misogyny in our country. It’s when even our women decide to lose hope, It’s one of the main reasons behind the lack of important changes when it comes to women’s rights.

To be honnest, I don’t fight for women who don’t want to fight for their freedom as well, I think that these women, with all due respect to my sisters, deserve the lives they live: they don’t study, work, nor travel much, they live in a closed circle of social appearences and a very hypocrit environment, they get hit by every man around them, they don’t vote, they don’t help build this country up, they’re just there for no particular reason at all. And they’re happy about their situation, so I’m happy for them too even if to me, they’re not real women. reasons behind this situation are so profoundly entrenched back in history but also in many dissimilar aspects of our culture, education, patriarchy, but also the extremism that rules increasingly in Morocco and the muslim countries , making more victims each year turning freedom into a rare currency. To hide their anti-feminism and hate for women kind, our men hide behind religion as an excuse to treat women as less than men, sometimes less than humans. It’s also very funny when you realize that Islam, on the inverse, gave women at the era of the prophet more value than they ever had at that period of time, which means that if we want to do exactly like Islam did we have to raise women’s chin up, not bring her down. How can our country ever evolve if more than half of our population is either analphabet, at home, workless or under-educated ? How can we ever go further as a nation if we lack equality, union, peaceful living between the sexes and most importantly respect for each other ? The second funny part is that besides Islam, our Moroccan traditional values were never about shaming women. Yes, it was a Man’s world, but women were always respected, which is something that is almost missing nowadays. I got called hundreds of names in the street I can’t even remember them all. Everyday, everywhere you go, no man can give you a break: he has to say “zin”, “pss pss”, to whisper at you, to call you a fat ass, a slut, a whore, to ask you to give him a blowjob or whatever his perverted mind thinks of at the moment. It’s so humiliating that i look back at our ancestors who used to cross to the other side of the rroad whenever women used to pass so that they don’t make them feel uncomfortable. It was an act of social suicide to either whisper, pursue, stalk, touch or just stare at a woman you don’t know. Men usually defend themselves saying that it’s because women back in the days used to respect themselves and that there wasn’t that much prostitution back then, and that they can’t make the difference between a respectful woman and a whore anymore unless she is covered and well dressed. Well, excuse me to remind you that respect is something that each one of us has to both give himself and others and the fact that there’s a lot of prostitutes doesn’t give you any sort of right to annoy every girl you see assuming she is. That, my friend, is against every rule of our religion, culture and traditions, but also against every rule morality ever made and every kind of respect and decency human kind has ever worked towards. To assume that because there’s prostitutes, all girls are, is so revolting and odious it proves just how much brain these men actually have (none).

These people factually think with their dicks and then blame it on women for not covering themselves, for not staying home, for passing in front of them, for having boobs and curves and booties that attract them: for existing in the first place! Like if a woman’s job was to make sure she either fucks the guy or hides from him. No sir, it is not our problem, nor our fault that you have little to no sex in your pathetic life, or else little to no brain and respect. It’s a shame to even hear about the arguments of these guys when you remember that they have mothers, sisters and wives that they wouldn’t want to see treated that way anywhere. The worst part is that when they say that it’s because of how women dress, it’s one hundred per cent false as many covered women in Morocco still get harassed on a regular basis and still deal with everything uncovered girls deal with. Unless you’re a ninja and wear a burqa –which is by the way an epidemic caused by extremism that grows like cancer- you will get insulted, followed, hated on and harassed by pervs every single day of your life, every time you walk alone without a man that can defend you, everytime you go out or just go to the grocery store. So as a woman in Morocco, you have three choices. You can chose to become sexist yourself as a women, to betray everything feminism has ever worked for, treating yourself as an piece of shit and truly believing it’s your fault everyone’s staring and treating you like a ‘thing’  so you wear long covering clothes or a burqa, stay home, listen to men and be an obedient and submissive woman like you were born to be. Or, you can chose to ignore the reality of women with money as you will be in high class neighborhoods  and places where you will be around well educated people who will treat you right so you won’t meet everyday life people; but in that case you’re running away from reality and not really making any move to help our cause, just like the other women who hide behind their clothes and closed minds. And of course, the third option is to deal with the bullshit. Everyday, every hour, everytime you walk outside. It’s a constant battle, a never ending fight between you and the society that will always view you as a whore, as a sexual object, as a body, as something that needs to be walked on. It can be tiring, it can be very humiliating, very nerve wrecking… but it’s the right path towards a better day when men and women stop fighting in Morocco and around the world, when women can go out fully covered or fully naked however they want and no one treats them differently whichever they chose to do with their bodies and lives. Us, as women, shouldn’t let anyone tell us what to do, what to be, or what to think. We shouldn’t hide because we will get raped or harassed, we should fight these people who think it’s okay for them to make women anything less than they truly are: human beings. We are not a prey nor victims, we are not here to satisfy some perverted idiot’s cravings and sexual desires, we are not here to wash the dishes and make food, we are not here to be locked inside a house with children crawling all over us. We could, but that’s not our main purpose; our purpose, just like men, is to be and do whatever the fuck we want !



3 thoughts on “On being a woman in Morocco

  1. Turchese says:

    Your blog post has really touched me, you have put in words what thousands of women in Morocco/Arabic countries, have to go through every day. A couple of days ago I’ve arrived in Morocco to spend my holidays and I was immediately reminded of the cat calling, the shaming, the ignorance of the locals. For every good person, there seems to be other 10 who are trying to bring this country down.

    I think that education is really the problem. Nobody teaches the younger generations to treat women, neighbors, co-workers, strangers, family members with respect. At home they’re raised by a family when they see their father disrespecting their mother, pretending that she doesn’t have a job, using her like a doll. How can they learn to be better citizens?

    Have a nice day!

  2. Jeana says:

    It starts well, but, I'm afraid, deerneeatgs into a rant. I thought it was going to be good, but he went way over the top. Judging by the thin applause, others thought so too.To be effective, we must be moderate.

    1. Living simplyy says:

      Maybe you’re right. I just do that sometimes, i snap; but ain’t that what makes us human ? All i write comes directly from my psyche, my heart, my mind; i don’t second read most of what i post, i don’t re think or rephrase what i have on my mind (even if, yes, i should do that more often if i want to be effective). I felt frustrated, never did it occur to me to watch out from turning into a rant while having those thoughts. Now, looking back at what i wrote, i can conclude i may have been more moderate indeed. Thanks for the constructive remarks and taking time to let me know what you don’t agree with, i will try using your advice for the best

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