On the morning of the day, while holding on to some of the items, a young woman stopped me at the beginning of the day: "Khoya let me kiss you.
It took a few minutes to remember it, especially as its shape had changed completely.
The story of this young lady, dating back to the year 2012, when I used Charger de clientèle at an Eno Communications agency, and I compensated a colleague with an agency in Casablanca, exactly on Afghanistan Street with a ring.
This young woman was about 20 years old, working morning cleaner, and in the evening a waitress in a restaurant located nearby ..
One day, while she was cleaning the agency, we exchanged conversations, shared her story, told me that she was orphaned, her little brothers were up, and she kept them fed and paid for, especially after the death of her mother two years ago. For a long time, she told me that her academic level was not good, but she loved the school and dreamed of entering the university and getting master in economics, but her financial position does not allow this, especially in the presence of her brothers.
She suggested that she should go to an institute to learn French, persevere in it, and then progress to a contact center, so that she could secure an income that would allow her brothers to be cared for. At the same time, she would be able to pursue her studies, but that would require great effort and greater sacrifice. We open the subject, and passed a few days until I returned to the agency that I was working in the city of Khouribga, and forgot the subject of this girl ..
Today, during our meeting by chance, she told me that only two months after our conversation, she met an association that offered lessons in French, and benefited from the offers that were offered at nominal prices, but her absence three days a week did not appeal to the owner, Especially that she was carrying some stories in French cafe and read from time to time, while recording the vocabulary that you did not understand a small notebook ..
Fortunately, the girl says, coincided with the summer vacation, as there are no expenses for schools brotherhood, just cleaned up some of the offices and agencies on the street, while daily took to learn French, so that she became addicted in five months.
She was enrolled in the few (Ahrar), and continued to learn the language of Molière, but this time the professional language, as it was, according to what he saw, the specialized areas of economy from one of the stalls, and works to understand the words of the words Difficult, and then return it to him for euro dirhams per magazine, and one euro per newspaper. While she got a new job at another café, helped her to cover her expenses and her brothers ..
She told me that after several months she became proficient in French and started preparing for the baccalaureate exam. She also started putting up her requests to work in the centers d'appel to get her first job after a month of training and experience (free of charge) He sells some tools to retirees, to get a salary of 300 euros, and for the first time in her life you will know what CNSS and the bank account ..
She told me that she continued to do the same, and her salary swung between the previous amount and some gratuities, sometimes up to 500 or 600 euros
She went on to recount the details of her life. She graduated from the university and developed from her professional position. She got the leave, now in the last year of the master's degree, she told me that she dreams of getting a doctorate and becoming a university professor.
In addition to French, she became proficient in English and Spanish, she told me to laugh (and Litt is a language addict, every two years I learn a new language).
"I do not forget what you said to me: Hanna Gadien Namuto Gadeen Nemoto: Oh God, we die and I try to live, not die and I am buried under the circumstances."
I went to her own way, and I said to myself: I have to die and I try to live ..
Anas Radwan
Anass Radouane