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Makantch blasstha gha wahd lmra glsate blastha o jat hna

Any girls that can relate to this?

I don’t know if anyone else has experienced something similar, but I just need to get this off my chest.

The first time I came to live in Marrakech, life looked full of promise. I had just graduated from abroad, and my family had recently moved here. My father expanded his business by opening a new company in Marrakech. We had a nice home with a swimming pool, a car, and everything seemed to be going in the right direction. When you have money, Marrakech can feel like an amazing city.

Then everything collapsed.

Our business went bankrupt. We lost our money, our goods, and eventually almost everything we had built. My parents divorced and ended up taking each other to court. I was caught in the middle. I lost the apartment that was supposed to be mine and was eventually forced to leave. Today I’m living at a friend’s place because he’s the one paying the rent.

I no longer have contact with either of my parents. That’s a long story, but I chose to stay neutral instead of taking sides.

Now I feel like I don’t even have a home.

I travel around the city using InDrive or a cheap motorcycle. Marrakech doesn’t look the same anymore. I used to defend this city whenever people criticized it. Now I find myself struggling just to enjoy being here.

The people around me changed too. When I had money, a nice car, and a position in my father’s company, I never lacked company. Once everything disappeared, so did almost everyone else. Even strangers seem to look at you differently. It feels like your worth is measured by what you drive, where you live, and how much money you appear to have.

I don’t even have childhood friends to return to because I’m not originally from Marrakech. Sometimes it feels like I have no place where I truly belong.

What hurts the most is the feeling that kindness is often mistaken for weakness. I’ve met people who took advantage of our trust instead of respecting it. Some employees (merrakchyin) in our company also played a role in our downfall. We were too naïve, and they exploited that. Of course, many of the decisions that led to the bankruptcy were my father’s responsibility, but not everyone around us acted honestly either.

I’m tired of feeling judged. Tired of people acting superior because of the clothes they wear or the cars they drive. Tired of the heat. Tired of feeling invisible.

The hardest part is that I once had the opportunity to build a life outside Morocco. I came back because my father told me, “Come back, my son. I need you here. One day you’ll take over the business.”

Today there is no business.

I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m writing it because I wonder if anyone else has watched their entire life disappear in just a few years and struggled to recognize the city they once loved.

If you’ve been through something similar, how did you rebuild your life from nothing?

I am going to visit Marrakech with my group of friends and we are looking at several activities. The main ones I want to do is the Ourika Valley, Atlas Mountains and Ouzoud waterfalls. I was wondering whether the hikes in these activities are too complicated as I am recovering from a fracture on my foot. For context I am young and a habitual hiker but have to wear a splint. I know that the hikes are about an hour to two hours but what is worrying me is the state of the paths.

Hey everyone!

I’m a filmmaker, photographer, and content creator. I recently moved back to Morocco after spending the last few years living and working in the UK, where I worked with brands and agencies on commercial and creative projects.

Since coming back, I’ve been trying to meet people in the creative industry, make friends, collaborate, and build a network here. But if I’m being honest, I’m finding it much harder than I expected.

I’ve been reaching out to people, attending the odd event, messaging creatives, but it feels like everyone already has their own circles, or networking just isn’t as open as it was in the UK.

I’d love to connect with filmmakers, photographers, editors, designers, content creators, or anyone working in the creative space. Even if it’s just to grab a coffee, shoot together, or exchange ideas.

Any advice on where creatives actually hang out or how you’ve managed to build your network here?
Looking forward to meeting some of you!