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In life, justice is a lost cause! Some people were born with silver spoons in their mouths and live their lives to the shreds rejoicing in the affluence they ‘innately’ have while many others were rejected the moment they screamed their first breath. The poor just watch and pass their lives following the mirage of forlorn dreams and hopes; some eventually succeed, but the majority gives up or perishes halfway through their pursuit. The stories of such people are dramatic, so much so that they can make masterpieces if compiled in books.
In a society where democratic change is slower than the pace of a snail, and where corruption and corrupt officials in almost all sectors are still firmly clasping control over things, the poor and the underprivileged sometimes pine for death as the last merciful resort to escape a life that is unbearably hard and unfair. Concurrent with the tumult over the reality TV singing competitions and the music festival of Mawazine and the stars attending/not attending, Ahmed breaths his last alone and says ta-ta to his plight under poverty, illness and marginalization.
Before nearly two weeks, Ahmed launched his call through the waves of Chada FM Radio and implored people and officials to save him but it seems his voice was not heard!
“I’m so sick. Save me please, save me” said Ahmed with a very weary and choked voice. He was rejected from several private and public hospitals in Casablanca, because he had nothing to afford apart from his identity card. In the last stages of his illness, Ahmed lost the ability to move and eat. As he had no relatives, no wife and no children, Ahmed found no shoulder to cry on but the shoulders of his neighbors who were deeply touched by his case.
“We don’t know whether his illness was tuberculosis or…. As we said in the beginning, no one cared about him, and this is the end of anyone who has nobody. […] We didn’t want this man to die as such. We wanted him to be at the hospital,” says a neighbor.
“We did our utmost with this man. We took him to hospitals. We begged people for help and we knocked all doors; only those who are poor like us cared. Officials did nothing. […] One day we left him at the hospital, the other day we found him kicked out! […] We are to God and to Him we return,” says another neighbor.
Ahmed earned his bread out of the sweat of his brow before he fell ill. As a tailor, Ahmed never begged, stole, robbed or cheated as his neighbors speak about him. He spent his life stitching people’s clothes and sewing their flaws, but at the end of his life and when he needed someone to stitch his hope in a dignified life he found none.
Death, then, is the last resort. Goodbye Ahmed and we are sorry because we had very important singing competition shows to watch while you were moaning painfully.
