Moral of the story : please, never give up
Hello everyone , a 21 yo guy here .If you had told me a few years ago that I would be waking up actually excited for the day, I would have thought you were crazy.
For a long time, I was incredibly insecure and completely uncertain about myself and my future. My home life was miserable. I’ve always been someone who isn’t afraid to speak my mind(especially when it comes to my opinions on religion and gender equality) and in my family, that made me a target. I was treated like absolute garbage for my beliefs, to the point where my parents would physically beat me. When the people who are supposed to protect you are the ones breaking you down, it’s hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel.
But I kept pushing. I refused to let their narrow world become my only world.
Fast forward to today, and my life is unrecognizable. I have just two years left until I graduate as an engineer. I’m actually studying a field I’m passionate about, doing internships that challenge me in the best ways, and I’m balancing it all with a part-time job at Decathlon.
Outside of work and school, I’m genuinely living. I found my best friend, and we regularly hit the beach and travel together. I picked up my childhood hobby of skateboarding again. I started taking cooking classes and really dove deep into Anthony Bourdain’s philosophy ,learning to appreciate the raw, beautiful, unpolished experiences of life, food, and the people around us.
I want to pause here and acknowledge something important, though. I know that I am lucky. Being born male in Rabat is a roll of the genetic dice that protects me from so much. I know how incredibly hard it is for women in Morocco to just exist and live their lives without facing constant harassment. My freedom to just be myself without looking over my shoulder is a privilege I don't control, and I don't take it for granted.
Right now, the only thing missing from the picture is finding the woman of my life. I want to find that person I can share this tiny span of existence with in this massive never-ending universe. I want to share my story with her, build a life together, and experience the world side-by-side. I know I can't rush it, and I know she’ll come with time.
But for now? I am finally happy.
The moral of my story is this: Never give up. Forget the judgments of the people around you, even if it's your own family. Live in the moment, and build the life YOU want to live. No matter how dark it gets, no matter how trapped you feel, it is absolutely worth it to keep fighting for your future. Keep going.
Much love ,Badr <<3.