tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187785402024-03-12T19:02:28.870-07:00Gnawa Soulbecause life is either a daring adventure or nothingEl Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-19381310442459321472008-09-26T13:14:00.002-07:002008-09-26T13:30:39.937-07:00Sarah Palin Speaks Out (CBS News)<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/6hELjmWfVBU" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/6hELjmWfVBU" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p></div><br /><br />Is she seriously going to become the next VP? I don't know if it is sad or funny...either way just the fact that she is up for this position shows that there is something seriously wrong in this world.<br /><br />P.S. Henry Kessinger confirmed that he is for direct diplomacy without any preconditionsEl Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-55614326363824191502008-06-04T08:06:00.000-07:002008-06-04T08:09:30.787-07:00Yes, We Can!45 years ago martin luther king had a dream that one day people will be judged by the content of their character and not by the colour of their skin. Martin luther king was assassinated but his legacy lived to resound never as loudly with the nomination of the first african american as a candidate to the presidency of the united states of america. few decades ago blacks and women alike did not even have the right to vote. this nomination represents a victory for the civil rights movement and symbolizes the new face of america as a multi-ethnic society where anyone with enough character can aspire to anything he or she wishes. it has been a long journey marked by years and years of oppression, discrimination, and even death. the journey is not over, there is still a lot of things that need to change, but it has reached a historic mile stone with obama clinching the nomination to the candidacy for the position of commander in chief. and commander in chief he will become in november, neither mccain nor the republican party will be able to stop his march to the whhite house because he is not marching alone. millions of young americans who represent the new face of america and who were never interested in politics before have come to join him in making things change. he gave them hope, they are giving him their voices. however, with great powers come great responsibilities. he has no other choice but to perform outstandingly and to hold his promisses of a better future regulated by the power of moral values and not the power of money and that of savage capitalism. of that, i am sure he can and alongside him millions are chanting: yes we can!El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-57103843466001568652007-05-18T14:45:00.000-07:002007-05-18T14:49:04.736-07:00I'm done (almost)!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/Rk4fPUuLmjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/T7R51HAAMFc/s1600-h/grdaplus.jpg"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/Rk4fPUuLmjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/T7R51HAAMFc/s320/grdaplus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066020978959292978" /><br/><br/></a><br/>Ouf! I’m done! The semester is over! I can finally enjoy the feelings of not having something on the back of your mind, the feeling of nothing to worry about even if it’s only for two weeks since I will be taking the summer session! <br/><br/>Looking back at this semester, there are some things that I would have done differently and many other things that I would not change them an inch. I learned a lot academically, but I learned more on a personal level. I met several good people that I now consider as true friends, and I met a lot of people who are “double-faced”. I experienced feelings of extreme ecstasy as well as feelings of extreme depression. I made new relations and I broke other few. <br/><br/>More importantly is that it’s one more semester that is behind me and I have one few ahead of me. <br/><br/>Looking forward for relative peace of mind that the vacation promises as and I really need to refuel for the summer session!<br/><br/><br/>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-64198955128713245872007-04-28T10:18:00.000-07:002007-04-28T10:27:36.040-07:00Hopeless (1)“Where am I? What is this around my waste?” These were Hakim’s last words before his body went into pieces, killing in the process tens of innocent lives. <br/><br/>Hakim was born in one of the slums of Casablanca. His dad was a shoemaker who could barely afford the basic needs of his family of eight. Hakim is the eldest among his siblings. As years went by, Hakim’s father fell more and more sick and as a result Hakim had to drop out of school in order to provide for his family for whom he felt responsible. Hakim tried his hand in a lot od different little jobs but always ended either quitting or fired. Faced to this situation, he decided to take on the great journey. He decided to immigrate illegally to the other side, the other continent, the Eldorado. Hakim managed to gather the money he would need to pay the passer, the person who owns a small both that would take him to the Promised Land where in order to gather money you just have to kneel. Hakim left for Tangier where he met the passer who took him to a safe house, a kind of waiting area for illegal immigrants. Hakim always dreamed to be sitting in a waiting area but what he imagined as a kid is far from what he is now living as a responsible adult. Hakim’s concept of the waiting area was that of a VIP lounge where he could smoke his Cuban cigars while waiting for his private jet to take him from London to New York and then to Tokyo. As he was daydreaming about his fantasies, the passer showed up and told everyone that their time has come and that they would set sail very early next morning, he then proceeded to collect the money. As Hakim handed the money to the passer he felt as if he already put one foot in his dream land. He slept that night with great hope in his heart. He woke up with much anger and disgust. Disgust at himself for being such a naïve person. Disgust at himself for failing his family. What happened is that the passer turned out to be a con artist who took the money and fled…he also took with him hope out of Hakim’s heart. Hakim felt so much despair that he did not even attempt to neither look for the passer nor complain to the police. Instead he went back to his family’s house with much anger and shame. For the rest of his short life, Hakim could never look for more than a glimpse in his mother’s eyes...<br/><br/>To be continued<br/><br/><strong><i>El Morro</i></strong><br/><br/><br/>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-18950746441823924402007-04-12T04:09:00.000-07:002007-04-12T04:16:39.327-07:00Revealing thoughts<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/Rh4VDDXRfxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0o0N3LZQVn0/s1600-h/581335.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052498974142988050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/Rh4VDDXRfxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0o0N3LZQVn0/s320/581335.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><blockquote><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><p>Everyone ought to worship God according to his own inclinations, and not to be<br />constrained by force.<br /></p><br /><br /><p><strong>Flavius Josephus</strong>, <em>Life</em></p><br /><br /><p><em>Jewish-Roman historian & turncoat (37 AD - 100 AD)</em> </p></blockquote></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-72903205879395898252007-03-22T11:43:00.000-07:002007-04-12T03:51:46.111-07:00Check Point<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RgLPxzIwYfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/60sD9M1Nzhs/s1600-h/pas.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044822987055849970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RgLPxzIwYfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/60sD9M1Nzhs/s320/pas.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Loin du stress de la vie quotidienne et plongé dans le stress de la vie virtuelle je me suis mis à contempler ce qu’à été ma vie jusqu’à là. Non je ne fais pas de crise de conscience. J’ai rien à me reprocher mais c’est toujours rafraîchissent de faire un constat de ce qu’à été la vie jusqu’à là. Qui sait ça pourrait permettre d’éviter de refaire les mêmes erreurs du passé…une fois de plus. Lmouhim, je disais que j’étais entrain de réaliser un constat sur mes 23 années écoulées. Résultats ? Pas très satisfaisant mais pas aussi catastrophique que je ne le pensais avant. Faut savoir relativiser de temps à autre ça aide à limiter l’auto-flagellation…mais passant comme même je veux pas vous saoulez avec mes déambules fantaisistes…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">L’autre jour j’étais entrain de jouer du billard avec des amis quand soudain elle était apparut de je ne sais quel horizon. Le pire c’est qu’elle était venue me faire la bise comme si de rien n’était. Comme si tous ce qui s’est passé ne s’est vraiment passé que dans ma cervelle. Heureusement, qu’il y avait mes amis qui étaient aussi surpris que moi…on le voyait l’effet surprise clairement sur Omar qui avait la bouche entre ouverte pour une assez longue période. Mis au pied du mur, j’ai rien su faire comme si ça ne me concernait pas. J’étais comme un policier entrain de constater les dégâts d’un accident grave…seulement je constatais les dégâts que j’ai causé…un peu de débris parmi tant d’autre que j’ai généré pendant mes 23 ans de vie sur terre. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Mais croyez-moi, le bilan c’est vraiment pas aussi terrible que ça...vue de mon angle !</p><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">El Morro</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-74808665248720052912007-03-21T11:58:00.000-07:002007-03-21T12:03:27.113-07:00Just my luck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RgGBJjIwYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Di5TTjWRXDs/s1600-h/cat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RgGBJjIwYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Di5TTjWRXDs/s320/cat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044455058682438114" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">And it is still rolling! My bad luck span is far from over. The latest on the victim’s list is my laptop. Yes my dear laptop, with all the music, pictures, movies, and important stuff, is gone. Gone is not the most appropriate word, I should probably say broken, literally broken that is. How did it happen? Doesn’t really matter right now the fact is, I don’t have a laptop anymore. It really sucks considering that I used it a lot in my school (programming major) and to communicate with friends and family. Now the only thing that I am wondering about is what will be next? After my glasses, my hand, my foot, and now my laptop (oh and my girlfriend in between), I can’t imagine anything worse (I don’t want to imagine anything worse). I guess I just have to wait and see what happens next…ah if only I could control the future! <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;">El Morro</span>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-51872108622082259842007-02-21T07:53:00.001-07:002007-02-21T08:28:27.864-07:00Snowflakes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RdxjxNe8OYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/W3IxuVUPv50/s1600-h/STP61104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RdxjxNe8OYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/W3IxuVUPv50/s320/STP61104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034008180577548674" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It is that time of the year again when you just feel like staying in the warmth of your room and drink some hot chocolate while listening to good music. Yes, it is winter in Ifrane and it is snowing. As I was sitting by my room’s window watching the snowflakes fall down graciously and then disappear gradually into the ground I thought to myself that each snowflake went individually through an amazing journey to finally become one snowflake among a million other insignificant snowflakes of which we quickly grow weary and wish for the sun to shine again to take them all away. Then it hit me! There are billions of people on this planet who went through amazing journeys during the course of their lives and maybe if we take them individually they will be equally interesting. However, when put in the middle of his/her peers, a person is just as meaningless as a snowflake. So what can a person do to stand out and not be a snowflake among others anymore? I honestly don’t have an answer to this question but I am sure that there are people who definitely found the answer throughout history. These people are the ones that we learn about in history books and that shaped our present and maybe even our future. Their influence leaped over the boundaries of time to shape our present day lives in all its aspects. It’s only when you stand out that you achieve eternity! Don’t be a snowflake because one day or another the sun will shine again and you will melt down and be forgotten!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;">El Morro</span>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-2798585429298698442007-02-15T12:30:00.000-07:002007-02-15T12:36:16.144-07:00A keychain story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RdS1Yde8OWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tWcnMLRr4oQ/s1600-h/STP61096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohUqLrRl8OM/RdS1Yde8OWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tWcnMLRr4oQ/s320/STP61096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031846115515578722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Everyone who knows me very well knows that I have had the same keychain (among other things) for over a decade now (the word decade makes me feel actually old). The keychain in question had the name of my brother Rabie inscribed on it as well as Ayat Al Korsi (verses from the Coran). That keychain traveled with me everywhere I went. It’s a sort of a lucky charm to me. I can’t imagine loosing it one day. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I lost my keychain last weekend in a nightclub in Ifrane. I was having fun until I realized that my keychain was not in my pocket. I started looking for it everywhere. I didn’t leave no stone (bottle) unturned. I didn’t find my keychain. That was definitely a party pooper for me. I sat down on the couch of our table looking brokenhearted. Everybody started asking what was wrong and I had to explain to each one what it was all about and that it’s not just a keychain. Few minutes later I regained hope of finding it since everybody in the nightclub was looking for the “damn thing” as Lamiaa put it. However it was not found. I returned to campus really upset despite the amounts of free alcohol that I was offered as a consolation “prize”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">As I was walking up the stairs of y building towards my room I realized that I also lost the keys to my room. My roommate was in the room however so I didn’t mind that. I walked in (the door was open) and I sat down on my bed looking down at the previously flooded floor of my room. I stared and stared at a shiny point on the floor without realizing what it was. I didn’t care at that point. I lost something very important to me that night and I just didn’t care if my room went up in flames for all that I care. But then it hit me that my roommate was sleeping when I left the room and that I usually lock the door behind me when I am leaving. The door was open. I didn’t lock it. What’s that bright thing on the floor? I took a step towards it and I removed the piece of cloth that was partially covering it. It was my keychain! I found my keychain! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">…that was close!</span></p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">El Morro</span>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-7701584938030722862007-02-06T12:22:00.000-07:002007-02-06T12:28:25.286-07:00La Poisse<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It all began last Friday at 4 AM in the morning. I woke up to the sound of security guys knocking at my door. At first I thought they were coming to inspect my room for drugs and alcohol but it turned out to be something else…totally different but just as equally upsetting. “Come in!” I yelled at whoever was knocking. One of the security guys let himself in and I couldn’t help it then but notice that his shoes were making some kind of a weird sound. I look on the floor but all I could see was the ceiling. Hein? How could that be? Maybe I was too sleepy. “Really am I this disoriented?” I thought to myself. It turned out that I was really looking at the reflection of the ceiling on the water that has flooded my room. First reaction was to reach underneath my bed and reach for the most precious thing I got…my laptop. Thank god it was still working despite the amounts of water it swallowed…those guys at IBM make good laptops. I will spare you the details of what happened next but in a nutshell I ended up spending the night as a refugee in some other building. The next day my room was all clean…very clean but also very smelly because of the wet carpet. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Then later on Friday I was trying to clean my glasses when all of a sudden they broke into two pieces. I stared at them thinking to myself that I was lucky to carry with my an extra pair.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Sunday I went to play some basketball, everything was going well until I tried to reach for that rebound when the ball slammed against my fingers making them look kind of funny. I didn’t think of it much then and continued playing. Another rebound and my second pair glasses, the last ones, fell and instantly broke into three pieces!!! That’s not good. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Monday I couldn’t see more than three feet ahead of me but I could really feel a pain in my right hand’s fingers. I tried to overlook it but it was just too much. By 2 PM I was in an ambulance going to <st1:place st="on">Fes</st1:place> for some X-rays. The good thing is that I didn’t break anything the bad thing is that I sprained my fingers so bad that they would need at least three weeks to heal. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Today, as I was walking from downtown to campus, I sprained my ankle…Just as simple as that. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">So in five days I found myself half-blind, handicapped (right hand and right foot), and with a smelly room from where I am writing these few lines. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">And that’s the definition of la poisse if you are not a French speaker. <o:p></o:p></span></p>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-31416200837678871652007-01-30T12:22:00.000-07:002007-01-30T12:24:10.850-07:00Mon signe chinois<p class="MsoNormal">Je viens de découvrir que mon signe chinois c'est en fait le cochon. J’ai tout de suite googlé pour savoir ce que cela veut dire et voilà ce que j'ai trouvé :</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Honnête et droit, vous avancez dans la vie comme un bulldozer tranquille. Vous êtes hostile au mensonge, à l'hypocrisie et aux comportements artificiels. S'il vous arrive de faire une chose répréhensible, vous vous en voulez terriblement et ressentez durant longtemps un sentiment de culpabilité. Pour vos proches et vos amis, vous vous montrez généreux et serviable. Parfois même un peu trop car vous ne savez pas dire non et d'aucuns n'hésiteront pas à profiter de votre apparente bonhomie pour essayer de vous rouler. Mais sous votre peau épaisse se cache une détermination farouche à faire respecter votre loi, et nul ne parviendra à vous imposer un état de fait auquel vous ne souscrivez pas. C'est en solitaire que vous prenez vos décisions et en solitaire également que vous assumez vos éventuels échecs. Vous n'êtes pas du genre à rejeter la faute sur les autres. En cas d'hostilité, vous vous repliez sur vous-même en attendant que l'orage passe. On vous reprochera peut-être de préférer la fuite à l'affrontement, mais les éclats de voix, les bagarres et les rapports de force vous répugnent. Si l'on vous met au pied du mur, sans d'autre issue que l'affrontement, vous devenez un adversaire implacable et violent. Derrière une apparence débonnaire, vous dissimulez une sensibilité à fleur de peau et une âme de jouisseur. Votre goût du plaisir font de vous un expert en amour, surtout physique...</p>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-1379200028189369462007-01-10T16:33:00.001-07:002007-01-10T16:33:17.162-07:00Nass El Ghywane - Lahmami<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/PtH34ww9eVI' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PtH34ww9eVI'></embed></object></p><p>Especially dedicated to Omar!</p></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-42939485267987262172007-01-06T17:17:00.001-07:002007-01-06T17:17:47.757-07:00Happy New Year<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/KLdxFadZnD8' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/KLdxFadZnD8'></embed></object></p></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-30008794270347472442006-12-13T17:48:00.000-07:002006-12-13T17:50:31.670-07:00Dumbest s**** ever!<div><object width="425" height="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3w7glgi5LBQ1F170H"></param><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3w7glgi5LBQ1F170H" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5oov_2004-05-04-men-women-talking-sub">2004 05 04 - Men & Women talking - Sub</a></b><br /></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-63859149205701708542006-12-13T11:36:00.000-07:002006-12-13T11:41:07.737-07:00In your face!<div><object width="425" height="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1MuXtPaOUES0z1WBz"></param><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1MuXtPaOUES0z1WBz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9xq1_george-galloway-lebanon">George Galloway Lebanon</a></b><br /></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-17051024512774684502006-11-21T05:49:00.000-07:002006-11-21T05:55:35.038-07:00Nothing to talk about<span style="" lang="EN-US">Sitting by the cafeteria today, I was asked by my good friend Mira why I haven’t updated my blog recently.<span style=""> </span>I wanted to say that I was busy etc…but it’s not actually true…I just feel disoriented right now and lack any kind of inspiration. It’s the dry season for me...but I will try to write something just to see where I end up…</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2476/2292/1600/597353/Sud-Fiction_05_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2476/2292/320/167057/Sud-Fiction_05_0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Last week was Moroccan film days on campus. It lasted three days during which several short movies were presented the AUI community. Of course they saved the best for last and it was really the best. <i style="">la symphonie marocaine </i>was the movie that was projected last and it was to say the least the best Moroccan movie I have ever seen. It is such a great piece that it’s hard not to want to watch again and again. Before the movie I was invited to a VIP dinner with the director and actors in the movie as well as the university president and the deans of the different schools on campus. It was a great opportunity to chat a little with all these VIPs. That’s for what happened last week.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2476/2292/1600/477565/CDFPAM134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2476/2292/320/688081/CDFPAM134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><br /> <br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Tomorrow is going to be even better. How couldn’t it be if you know that tomorrow the amazing Nas Lghywane are scheduled for a concert on campus starting at 9PM? I am already getting ready for it by listening 24 hours non-stop to their amazing music. Nas lghywane are more than a music group they represent a generation that lived through very hard political and social circumstances but always kept their heads up and never gave up their dignity. It’s the generation that is allowing me and my peers to live in this relative freedom that we are enjoying now. They broke so many taboos and defied so many wrong conceptions and that’s why they are loved by everyone in every generation. <o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">So what did I answer Mira when she asked why I wasn’t updating my website? I just shrugged my shoulders and said I don’t know…but I guess she will know now when she reads this entry…<o:p></o:p></span></p>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-31108204376073868752006-10-27T17:11:00.000-07:002006-10-27T17:29:32.890-07:00Break is over!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/1600/tired.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/320/tired.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Ça fait déjà 2 mois et quelque que j'attends le break du semestre et le voila qui s'est envolé comme si rien n'était. Seule consolation il ne reste plus que 6 semaines jusqu'a la fin du semestre. Qu’est ce que j'ai fait durant ce break? Pas grand chose même mes escapades nocturnes était un peu rangées au goût de ma mère (ramadan et fête de l'eid obligent). <span style=""> </span>Et alors que les nuits casablancaises s'apprêtent à s'illuminer de milles feux me voila entrain de revenir à la petite ville d'Ifrane où on apprend vraiment le sens du mot routine. Mais je ne me laisserai pas faire dés mon arrivée je vais essayer de…ah je vais laisser tomber y a rien que je puisse faire pour alléger mes tourmentes sauf peut être….naaa je ne crois pas…ou peut être ? Je sais pas vraiment je délire en cette fin de soirée je vais aller me coucher et me reposer je dois prendre la route demain et la dernière chose que je veux c’est d’arriver a Ifrane tout épuisé (même si ça ne changerai rien puisque j’aurai tout le temps de me reposer) <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span> </p>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-46113900610301492672006-10-25T05:55:00.000-07:002006-10-25T16:39:36.105-07:00Que justice soit faite!<p class="MsoNormal">La France, le pays des droits de l’homme. La France, berceau de la démocratie et de la « civilisation » au monde. La France et sa capitale Paris, ville des lumières. La France, l’eldorado auquel aspirent des millions d’Africains et d’habitants du tiers monde. Cette France autoproclamée conscience mondiale. Cette France qui se dit fière et se veut importante. Cette France est au fait un pays ingrat. Oui un pays ingrat au bord même du racisme. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lors de la seconde guerre mondiale, lorsque les forces françaises ont été mises en échecs par les forces allemandes, et lorsque le pays a été sous occupation de ses dernières, la France a fait appelle aux soldats des pays qu’elle occupait dans le temps et qui faisait parti, selon la France, de l’empire Français. Ses soldats braves venus principalement des colonies Françaises en Afrique et surtout de l’Afrique du nord, ont combattu à côté des soldats français pour la liberté de la France mais aussi pour sa devise promise de Liberté, Egalité, et Fraternité. Leurs exploits héroïques sont restés à jamais gravés dans les anales de l’histoire de la seconde guerre mondiale. Si la France a la mémoire courte, les soldats eux même et les pays d’où ils proviennent ne souffrent pas du même symptôme. Ses braves soldats qui ont combattu pour la France souffrent aujourd’hui de l’ingratitude des autorités françaises exactement comme ils en ont souffert quand ils étaient engagés dans les lignes de front contre la machine allemande. La Liberté ils l’ont eu à force de leurs foies et détermination, l’égalité et la fraternité demeurent cependant et jusqu'à nos jours un rêve lointain. Plus que soixante ans après la fin de la guerre, les soldats, les indigènes comme ils étaient appelés par leurs camarades d’armes français, attendent toujours réparation des préjudices qu’ils ont subis. Ils ne demandent rien plus que l’application du principe d’égalité pour lequel ils ont combattu et jusqu’à présent tout ce qu’ils ont récolté c’est des promesses vides de politiciens démagogues. Les faits sont là et la France est coupable d’ingratitude envers ses hommes qui ont combattu pour que la France redevienne libre, pour que la France soit ce qu’elle est maintenant. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Le film « indigènes » retrace le parcours de quatre soldats « indigènes » qui ont cru aux promesses Françaises d’égalité et de Fraternité et qui ont combattu dignement sur les lignes du front mais qui ont subi et subissent encore de nos jours l’indifférence de la France et des Français (« de souche ») vis-à-vis des sacrifices qu’ils ont fourni. Alors qu’une montée du racisme et de la xénophobie est enregistrée dans le pays des droits de l’homme, ce film vient comme un rappel à l’ordre pour ceux qui prétendent que la France n’est que pour les Français. Et comme a dit Ali, un des caractères du film, « si je libère un pays, c’est mon pays ! » </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">« Indigènes » c’est un film très émouvant que je recommande très vivement pour tout le monde sans exception. Un film qui enlève le masque esthétique de pays de droits de l’homme que s’est offert la France après son indépendance. </p><a href="http://www.indigenes-lefilm.com/" target="_blank"> Site Officiel du film Indigènes</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >El Morro</span>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-85565984767445940732006-10-24T09:38:00.000-07:002006-10-24T09:41:43.242-07:00Jeu de miroirs"<i>Les médias reflètent ce que disent les gens, les gens reflètent ce que disent les médias. Ne va-t-on jamais se lasser de cet abrutissant jeu de miroirs ?</i>"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Amin Maalouf</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">,</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;" ><i>Le premier siècle après Béatrice</i></span>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-19175320003075353052006-10-22T18:10:00.000-07:002006-10-22T18:11:32.296-07:00«Sunny, modern Morocco»<div align="justify">On regrettera que la MAP et «Le Matin» n’aient pas repris en chœur ce formidable coup de pub, Cela a dû donner du baume au cœur à tous les «marketeurs» du royaume : les deux newsmagazines<br /></div> <div align="justify"><img src="http://www.lejournal-hebdo.com/sommaire/images/stories/Amar3.gif" alt="Image" title="Image" align="left" border="0" height="74" hspace="6" width="80" /> généralistes les plus populaires des Etats-Unis, Newsweek et Time ont commis la même semaine deux articles très laudateurs sur le Maroc dans leurs éditions européennes. Time ouvre le bal avec un reportage fort sympathique sur l’attrait de plus en plus prononcé du royaume sur tous les porteurs européens de carte vermeille. Il faut dire que le phénomène s’est accentué ces dernières années à la faveur de l’arrivée, au seuil du troisième âge, d’une cohorte de baby-boomers argentés et de l’envolée des prix de l’immobilier en Europe du Sud, notamment sur la très bétonnée Costa Del Sol. Le Maroc est donc devenu par sa proximité géographique et son légendaire soleil le nouvel Eldorado d’une génération de retraités qui y achètent à tours de bras riyads, villas et appartements aux superficies de rêve. La hausse vertigineuse des prix des produits de première nécessité qui lamine plus que jamais une classe moyenne paupérisée (lire notre dossier en pp. 28-31) n’est pour eux que broutille tant leur pouvoir d’achat est, comparé à la moyenne nationale, stratosphérique.<br />Quant à Newsweek, qui reprend cette bonne vieille thématique du soleil dardant ses rayons 300 jours par an, son analyse sur le royaume chérifien est à tomber à la renverse. Un reportage, étalé sur quatre pages à l’iconographie bien léchée, nous raconte, dans un style que les Orientalistes du XIXème siècle n’auraient pas désavoué, que le Maroc a «adopté des réformes politiques, judiciaires et économiques aux normes européennes». Pour le prouver, Newsweek cite le patron local de la Banque mondiale qui n’hésite pas à affirmer que le royaume est «complètement intégré au reste du monde». Ce n’est pas tout. Emballé par les «signes de l’Occidentalisation que l’on voit partout», l’auteur du reportage se risque à dire sans nuances que «le gouvernement actuel est le plus démocratique qu’a connu le pays dans toute son histoire». Et d’ajouter : «l’année prochaine, des élections porteront au pouvoir, et pour la première fois (sic !) , un Premier ministre populaire, alors que jusqu’ici le gouvernement a été directement nommé par le roi». Enfin, Newsweek s’extasie de relever que les cas de torture et d’arbitraire «ne sont plus qu’occasionnels». «Nous nous sommes tous jurés plus jamais ça !» dira même un Driss Jettou enthousiaste. Pour finir, l’hebdomadaire s’interroge même sur l’éventualité de voir le Maroc rejoindre l’Union européenne, un rêve caressé en son temps par Hassan II et qui serait aujourd’hui «envisageable». On regrettera que la MAP et «Le Matin» n’aient pas repris en chœur ce formidable coup de pub…<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>d'Ali Amar</strong><br /></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-76071068975755052992006-10-21T10:10:00.000-07:002006-10-21T10:13:16.326-07:00Morocco<div style="text-align: center; width: 194px; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 83%;"><div style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/alaeddine/Morocco"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/alaeddine/RTpLogqjABE/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jZQfXguEWf0/s160-c/Morocco.jpg" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0px; margin-top: 16px;" height="160" width="160" /></a></div><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/alaeddine/Morocco"><div style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Morocco</div></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">El Morro</span></span><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"></div></div>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-59924111847838728102006-10-18T17:03:00.000-07:002006-10-21T10:12:21.677-07:00Moroccan Fusion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/1600/darga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/320/darga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Darga is one of the leading and most talented groups of Fusion Music in Morocco. Fusion is a mixture of traditional Gnawa Music, Rock, Reggae, and African music. You can download their first album from the following link.<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/37032251/Darga.zip.html"><br />Darga</a><br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">El Morro</span></span>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-2032557428511977612006-10-17T17:50:00.000-07:002006-10-18T17:08:13.632-07:00Let’s All Imagine2007 will be election’s year in Morocco. The actual government is a wide-coalition government composed of right wingers, independents, and left wingers. Speculations have already started about which party is the favorite to win the majority in the parliament and thus to be in a position of “power”. It seems like the right wing religious Party of Justice and Democracy (PJD) is the big favorite. Western and local liberal observers are skeptic about the image of tolerance the PJD is trying to project and have doubts about the actual intentions of the PJD. The PJD has already been in the middle of too many controversies over the past few years that threw even more shade on its political agenda. However this paranoia over what would happen if the Islamist party was to be in power by next year is highly unjustified taking into account that the Moroccan constitution doesn’t allow much field of action to the government. There have been some talks about constitutional amendments with the aim to give more power to the government which implies less power for the king. The prospect of such a radical change seems at hand reach if the rumors about the king himself being for such amendments are confirmed. But to what extent is king willing to give up power knowing that any constitutional amendment would be almost impossible without his consent? This question is hard to answer by anyone except for the king himself. However, I invite you all to think of what’s wrong with our constitution and what changes should be made to make it “better”?<br /><br />I imagine a secular Morocco where the state doesn’t have a say on personal matters such as religion. I also imagine a Morocco where finally its majority ethnic group would be duly recognized in the constitution as part of the Moroccan identity and not as a folklore. I imagine a Morocco where everyone would be subject to criticism and therefore would be responsible for his/her actions. I imagine a Morocco where on election’s day Moroccans would elect their own prime minister who would be in charge of managing the daily life and problems that the Moroccan society faces. A prime minister that would have the right to compose his own government as he sees fit for the mission he was elected for. I imagine a government working for the Moroccans and the betterment of daily life independently and autonomously from any royal commission. I imagine a Morocco where the king would be a judge and not a party; A king that would act as the protector of the new Morocco and not as its “owner”. I imagine the Moroccan society more knowledgeable about its rights and of course its obligations. I imagine a more transparent Morocco and a more prosper Morocco. I also imagine a freer and responsible Moroccan press that doesn’t publish just about anything in the name of the freedom of the press.<br /><br />All of this and more is totally feasible if we believe. As the saying goes, “Every Generation Needs a Revolution”<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">El Morro</span></em></strong>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-45767263593130392562006-10-13T19:44:00.000-07:002006-10-13T19:48:09.929-07:00Peace is real<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/1600/LOW3P.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/320/LOW3P.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>erhaps a dream<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span>ven maybe a mirage<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>nother lie we have been told<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span>ommon fixation of optimists<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span>rotic dream of idealists<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span>llogically I still believe<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span>ome day we will find peace<o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>edemption from our sins<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span>nter paradise<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>ward from the far above<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span>ive as a chosen one</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">El Morro</span></span><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18778540.post-38791340634206723872006-10-13T03:42:00.000-07:002006-10-13T03:45:25.152-07:00Dix-sept parlementaires déférés devant le parquet pour corruption<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/1600/1013.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2476/2292/320/1013.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dix-sept parlementaires marocains de la majorité ont été déférés devant le parquet pour "corruption" après le scrutin de septembre pour le renouvellement du tiers de la Chambre des Conseillers (Sénat), a indiqué jeudi le ministère de la Justice à Rabat.<br /><br />Parmi ces personnes figurent douze vainqueurs de ces élections, un candidat malheureux et cinq (bien cinq) députés siégeant déjà à la Chambre des représentants, selon la même source qui ajoute que les enquêtes sont en cours pour 166 autres plaintes de corruption ayant entaché le scrutin indirect du 8 septembre<br /><br />Le parquet a par ailleurs notifié au douze nouveaux sénateurs et au cinq députés en exercice, qui appartiennent quasiment tous à des partis gouvernementaux, l'interdiction d'assister vendredi à l'ouverture solennelle de la nouvelle année législative que le roi Mohammed VI doit présider à Rabat, selon une source judiciaire.<br /><br />Au total, 67 personnes sont poursuivies par le parquet de "corruption, obtention et tentative d'obtention des voix d'un ou de plusieurs électeurs en contrepartie de présents ou de dons dans l'objectif d'influer sur leur vote".<br /><br />Au lendemain du scrutin indirect du 8 septembre, l'Association marocaine des droits humains avait signalé une série de cas de corruption, appelant le gouvernement à prendre des mesures coercitives contre les candidats qui ont fait usage de l'argent pour l'achat des voix.<br /><br />Le 3 octobre, le parti travailliste marocain, nouvellement créé, a annoncé sa décision de faire de la "lutte contre la corruption son cheval de bataille" notamment en vue des élections législatives de 2007.<br /><br />"Pour consolider un Etat de droit, il faut assurer des élections honnêtes, crédibles, et démocratiques", avait déclaré à l'AFP son secrétaire général Abdelkrim Benatiq.<br /><br />Le Maroc a un système parlementaire bicaméral: une chambre des Représentants (députés) élue au suffrage direct et une chambre des Conseillers, dont les membres sont désignés par un corps de grands élécteurs.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jeuneafrique.com/jeune_afrique/article_depeche.asp?art_cle=AFP15826dixsenoitpu0" target="_blank">source</a>El Morrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769635248391348893noreply@blogger.com0