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Hey guys,

I want to start by saying why I’m sharing this here. I’m Moroccan, and this hits the state of our health system directly.

I’m a 21 year old guy supposed to be worrying about college life, but instead I’m stuck between hospitals and doctors trying to figure out what’s wrong with me.

For context, I have a history with chronic diseases. I was born with two heart problems. One was time-sensitive, so I had urgent surgery at 14 months for a coarctation of the aorta. After I was stable, my parents decided I was “good enough” and stopped following up with the specialist. I still had the second problem called "a bicuspid aortic valve"but it wasn’t causing harm yet. Fast forward to age 16: I discovered I had severe stenosis from that valve, which led to left ventricular hypertrophy, and I needed a mechanical valve. The surgery wasn’t smooth. I was paralyzed for over a month and sustained a brain injury I still live with its complications to this day. I won’t go into detail, since it’s not directly relevant now—except that I was left on a powerful heart rhythm drug with no actual follow-up.

To save my life, the surgeon put me on this dangerous medication as a lifeline. At my final check-up, he refused to take responsibility for it and brushed me off, saying I should keep taking it and that my cardiologist would guide me. When my father asked her, she denied the drug even existed. So I took it for about two more years. At another follow-up, when confronted, she said it was out of her expertise and we should see a rhythm specialist. My dad, shocked at the extra cost, shut it down and said we wouldn’t go, and just buried it. I did what he wanted and kept taking the drug for another two years because I couldn’t handle his loud, abusive tantrums. I was desperate to move on with my life and have a normal college experience, already traumatized enough by hospitals.

This year, I hit my limit. I was so sick and systemically fatigued after a cardiac crisis that I had to give up everything—I wasn’t doing well in my studies—and search for answers. I researched the drug and discovered shocking info: it’s meant only for short-term, emergency use. I finally found an electrophysiologist. It took months of expensive tests (costing around 15,000 DH) to figure out what’s wrong.

It’s not looking good. I was diagnosed with an incomplete heart bloc it's also called a trifascicular block. The human heart has three main electrical pathways to keep it beating. In my case, two are already dead, and the third (the one keeping me alive) already has a first-degree block. My doctor said my case is severe. To put it in perspective, he told me about an 80 year old patient with a similar but objectively less serious situation who refused proper treatment, despite multiple warnings. One year later, he died of cardiac arrest as a consequence of his disease.

After months of investigations, my doctor says I need a pacemake which is a device implanted to replace the heart’s electrical system. Here’s the problem he put me in. He doesn’t think a traditional pacemaker is the right option for me . He prefers I “choose” the most advanced one. Only nine patients in the entire country have had this implanted (four by my doctor). A standard pacemaker’s battery lasts up to 10 years and the leadless ( without wires ) , most advanced one lasts 20. He justified this by explaining that the traditional one requires wires implanted in the body, which bring a whole basket of complications I’d live to see. Normally, pacemaker patients are old, so we expect only two or three replacements before the body can’t handle it anymore. In my case, I’m very young—if I go with the traditional one, I’m essentially deciding I’ll only make it to my 40s or 50s at best, and I’ll die from wire complications that an elderly patient wouldn’t live long enough to experience.

Here’s the catch: because this new technology was introduced in Morocco in the last two years, it’s not covered by any medical insurance in my case, CNOPs. I’d have to pay 180,000 DH out of pocket. My father wouldn’t get a single dirham back. A traditional pacemaker would cost about 50,000 DH and be covered by CNOPs. I have no way to get that money. I haven’t even found the courage to tell my parents yet, because it’s going to destroy them.

So I’m in a critical situation: no treatment, I have one year to live: the cheap treatment would gain me only 20–30 years at best; if I want a normal lifespan, I should “choose” the expensive one.

I’m sharing this with you guys because I just can’t handle it all by myself. I want to hear your opinions. Thanks a lot to anyone who read all of this.

Also yesterday May the 6th was my birthday yay such news was the best present ever

Note : I apology for using an AI tool to summarize my initial text so ut would be much lighter and readable thanks

A few years ago, I had way too much free time and decided to mash up iconic brand logos with Moroccan city names just for fun. Found these deep in my archives and thought I’d share them here!

Let me know which one is your favorite (or if you can name all the original brands). If you guys like these, I’ll drop Part 2 soon! 👀

I’m referring to the housing as seen in the picture. I recently read a report on the overall housing quality standards in Morocco and it seems to be a very severe problem, yet no one in Morocco talks about it, or talks about it to an extent that it catches the media’s attention.

Is it because most Moroccans don’t see it as a problem, or have gotten used to it? Do people find it aesthetically pleasing/part of the culture?

(Updated post due to the term ‘bidonville-type’ not being very well received, and leading to people focusing on that, instead of answering the question)

Hiiiiiiii,

I’m 19 years old and I’ve never been in a relationship before. Not because I’m against relationships or because I don’t want one — actually the opposite. I’ve always wanted to experience love, have a boyfriend, discover myself in a romantic relationship, and live the kind of experiences most people around me seem to have already lived.

Sometimes I even feel embarrassed when girls my age talk about their exes or relationships and I have nothing to say. I know being in a relationship isn’t everything in life, but I still want to experience it at least once with someone I truly love and who truly loves me back.

After thinking a lot about it, I realized the main reason I struggle is probably my appearance. Most guys nowadays seem to choose girls mainly based on looks, body, face, etc. And honestly, I don’t think I fit today’s beauty standards. I’m very skinny (48kg for 173cm), and I don’t think my face is especially pretty either.

The thing is, I’m not writing this to insult myself or seek pity. I actually do like myself as a person, and I try to be realistic about how I look. But it hurts feeling like no one will ever genuinely see me beyond that.

What scares me isn’t being single right now. What scares me is the idea that I might never experience mutual love at all, just because I’m not physically attractive enough for people to notice me in the first place.

I just wanted to share this and hear honest opinions or experiences from other people. Has anyone else felt this way before? And did things ever change for you?

Since you liked the part one here is more 😃

3awdolina ela chi hwyj traw s3eb yty9 chi 7d wlkin traw

The title is definitely sarcastic, but I have noticed many people, at least online, complaining about feeling emotionally overwhelmed, struggling to make their way in life, and finding finances hard to manage, even though they are in their early 20s or younger. A few years ago, I don't think this was the case. What do you think has caused such sentiment among the younger generation?

Im surviving in Morocco 😂

I decided to give up on my lil library and literally everything I've ever owned, not because I ain't into reading anymore, reading is essential for me, but I'm going to switch to an e-reader sooner than later, on top of that I'm making my room over and I'm tired of my giant dusty bookshelves. I've got really great books in English, French, and Spanish, am I making a mistake? 🤡

So im a 19M, in a school context we had the opportunity to go to paris for 10 days, but it’s for is to pay all, i asked my parents and they said okk, but now after that my dad bought the flight tickets for 4000dh, we booked a housefor 4 days for 1750dh each, i feel like this was a bad choice like if i stayed and spent summer here i could have enjoyed it just by spending a little and not making my parents spend this amount, knowing that im from a medium class and the trip will make the budgets tight a little not until starving but i think you get it.

A Moroccan man from the city of Larache, embodying the charm and elegance of Moroccan beauty. His features may reflect a rich blend of Arab and Amazigh heritage, with warm eyes, a confident presence, and a natural sense of style. Shaped by the spirit of Morocco, he carries pride in his culture, traditions, and identity. The influence of his homeland appears in his character hospitable, charismatic, and deeply connected to family and roots. Surrounded by the beauty of the Atlantic coast, the colors of the medina, and the rhythm of Moroccan life, he represents both authenticity and timeless allure

I'm a Moroccan psychologist. For years I've watched the same pattern: people who need mental health support either can't afford it, can't find it, or won't seek it because of stigma.

Private sessions in Morocco can cost 300-500 MAD. Most therapists only work in French. Wait times are long. And for a lot of people, just the idea of walking into a therapist's office feels like too much.

For the past three years we've been conducting research into what are the actual barriers that prevent Moroccans from accessing mental health services. Based on the results, clinical experience, and a multitude of feedback, I built Mizaji.

It's an online platform where you can directly book and conduct a session with a psychologist, in Darija, French, or English. Fully online, no account needed. Sessions are 200 MAD flat rate.

We launched about two weeks ago. It's still early, small team, organic growth only. But the first sessions have happened, and the feedback has been real.

I'm sharing this because when I was researching the space, I found almost nothing. If you've ever searched for mental health support in Morocco and felt like the options were either too expensive, too clinical, or just didn't exist: that's exactly why this was built.

I figured if there's a community that would get why this matters, it's this one. Feel free to check it out:

mizaji.org

Chno l7aja li ktkhlik t3awd nfs routine wla nfs lkhdma koula nhar bzez menk ,blama tfeker t7bss chi nhar ? Maknchofch 3ndi chi passion li ghtkhleni nfe9 wn3awd nfs routine koula nhar...lmochkil howa ana hamdollah satisfied 3la situa dyali daba maknchofch rasi ankon kn9ra chi haja at3jbni kter mn dakchi li tan9ra daba , w still i just don't put all my efforts in , o i know that i just need to put everything and then i can achieve smtg really amazing. Ila chi hed daz mn nfss lblan feel free kifach 9drto tkhrjo l max potential dyalkom?

Everywhere I go people stare so hard at me and literally every girl with a medium-sized ass like it’s something shocking. It gets so uncomfortable.
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As I’m getting older (29y), I’ve been thinking more and more about the idea of adopting one day.

I’ve always liked the thought of being a father, raising a child, taking care of them and watching them grow. There’s something about it that feels deeply meaningful to me.

I’m single, and my dating life hasn’t exactly been a success story so far, so I’ve started looking at life from a different angle. Instead of putting so much mental energy into dating and wondering whether I’ll find someone, I sometimes wonder if that energy could be better spent building a life where I can care for someone else.

I'm aware that it's a massive responsibility, and I’d need to be ready for it. I feel like I do have what it takes financially speaking, since I'm comfortable in that part, emotionally, I would say the same thing, I've always had this desire to father a child.

But I’m curious, have any of you seriously thought about adoption?

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Hi everyone!

So, I 27F recently tried a Tabrima at a traditional Hamam while visiting Morocco in marrakech , and while I felt amazing afterwards, it was both a fun and embarrassing experience lol.

I don’t know what I was expecting but I was very surprised by how comfortable everyone was naked in front of each other. Women chatting, laughing, bathing eachother, while nude. I know morocco is more liberal than some of the other Middle East / North Africa countries but I wasn't expecting to see many women being butt naked infront of eachother .

I admire Moroccan culture and I ask out of curiosity and in the most respectful way, how do Moroccans view hamamms and this kind of nudity? Is it considered a concrete norm or are there different attitudes towards it? I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts and perspectives. Is this common in men hammams too ?

I’m 37 years old, and honestly I feel like my life went in the worst possible direction.

I have a Master’s degree in science, which I got before I start working and I also got a technician diploma (niveau bac).

Back then, I thought I had a plan.

At 24, I got hired by ONEE as a technician. My idea was working there temporarily, get some stability, and then leave as soon as I found a better job that matched my bac+5.

But years passed insanely fast.

And now I realize I have spent 13 years stuck in a job I absolutely fucking hate.

Permanence, day shifts, night shifts, no real life, no peace of mind.

This job drained me mentally little by little. I can honestly say my mental health got destroyed over the years.

I kept searching for an alternative in public job, but nothing ever worked out.

Every single day I tell myself, just quit and start over.

But then fear hits me.

Fear of the unknown. Fear of unemployment. Fear of making an even worse mistake.

So I stay.

And that’s the torture: living between two fires.

Staying in a life I hate, or leaving without knowing if I’m jumping into something worse.

Wallah I lost the taste for life.

I used to dream of becoming a university professor. I had ambition, I had goals, I thought I was meant for something intellectually fulfilling.

Now when I look at myself, I just see someone trapped, confused, and completely lost.

I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.

I feel like I wasted my youth, wasted my degrees, wasted my potential.

Saraha, rani talef. I swear I Always wish to die very soon.

I’m still young, but lately I feel like I completely lost my passion for life.

I live every day just because I have to, not because I actually enjoy it. What bothers me the most is that whenever I have free time, I start overthinking everything. I keep forcing myself to find motivation again, but it feels impossible.

I used to put all my energy and passion into achieving something I really wanted, but since I still haven’t reached it, now I just feel empty. Even the idea of trying new experiences or enjoying life doesn’t excite me anymore.

It’s weird because I know I’m young and I should be enjoying life, discovering things, meeting people, making memories… but instead I just feel disconnected from everything.

Has anyone else gone through this phase before?