Dear Moroccan women, I am sorry.
I know that I see things from the outside, that I grew up being considered more or less equal to men.
I know that I am lucky and that I don´t understand how you grew up.
I know that I had the chance to study, travel, be lazy and don´t care.
I know that what I have been through has nothing to do with what you have been through.
I know that my culture is free (more or less) and with much more possibilities.
I know that what I wear costs as much as what you earn is a month, and maybe more.
I know that even if I try being simple, I will never be as simple as you, because I am so damn spoiled.
I know that maybe I am not trying enough to understand how your life is.
The truth is that I don´t want to. I don´t want to become part of this patriarchal culture, because I feel bad in it.
I feel violated, I feel dirty, I feel useless, I feel empty and I feel inferior.
And no, I don´t even want to try anymore: I´ve had too many bad experiences.
So, yes. I am sorry. I am sorry that I can´t understand your culture.
And I am so sorry that you are the ones working hard, that you are the ones raising your children, cooking, keeping the house, the family and the garden going.
I am sorry.