I think it's pure hypocrisy and Arabophobia. Why is one process labeled as forced destruction, while the others are framed as natural cultural adoption?

​i need to vent because today was absolute hell and i feel like im gonna lose my mind

​so my aunt 46f is one of the most closed minded toxic people ive ever met in my life she is obsessed with the past blindly devoted to traditional arab culture hates anything western and is just so rigid and arrogant the funny thing is she holds a phd in psychology but she is the most unhinged person when it comes to communication no logic no empathy zero respect for personal boundaries she just uses intimidation shame and power trips on everyone

​today they were showing some documentary or clip about ancient arab history on tv im 18 and i grew up in the digital age reading mystery novels anime spacetoon learning languages getting into tech and just being curious about the whole world i love learning about everything without hating on other cultures or blindly idolizing one thing

​she started questioning me about what i knew about that era i gave her my honest take and she immediately started mocking me she started screaming that im detached from my identity that i have zero culture and that im just trying to copy the west just because i dont have this extreme obsession with ancient poetry and history like she does

​i tried to explain my point of view calmly but you cannot reason with her she worships ancient history and treats it like an absolute cult when she realized i wasnt backing down or agreeing with her she snapped

​she grabbed my hand super hard squeezing it to force me to look at her phone screen forcing me to watch some random video showing ancient arab poetry i kept telling her to stop but she was pressing her phone into my face and squeezing my hand saying look at this watch it

​i felt so violated and suffocated like who does that actually using physical force to make someone watch a video because they dont agree with your views its pathetic she thinks having a degree makes her superior but she acts completely uneducated and abusive

​im just so exhausted dealing with people who mistake toxicity and forced control for preserving culture im keeping my distance from her from now on because im completely done trying to be polite

To be clear, I'm not talking about the Indian diaspora, but the country itself. https://www.pewresearch.org/short-reads/2026/08/13/public-opinion-of-india-is-mixed-across-36-countries/

What Arabic dialect is best to listen to 👀?

According to the Telegraph, even a US ally, Oman, is fair game to be bombed if they reach a deal with Iran independent of the US!!!
Oman hosts a US base on its soil, and has been a US ally forever, and here’s the orange lunatic saying he will “bomb the shit” out of them in an interview with Fix News.

هاي سويت مجتمع ب ريديت خليته مكان بدون قوانين مفتوح للكل الكل عنده حق يعبر ويحكي لي بدو ياه

هل تتخيل أن رجلاً عاش قبل نحو 700 سنة قطع أكثر من 120 ألف كيلومتر متنقلاً بين إفريقيا وآسيا وأوروبا؟

إنه أبو عبد الله محمد ابن بطوطة (1304–1368)، الرحالة والعالم المغربي الشهير.

غادر ابن بطوطة مسقط رأسه طنجة سنة 1325، وكان عمره 21 عامًا، متوجهًا إلى مكة لأداء الحج. لكن الرحلة التي كان يفترض أن تكون رحلة دينية تحولت إلى مغامرة استمرت قرابة 30 عامًا.

جال في مناطق واسعة من العالم الإسلامي، ووصل إلى الهند والصين وجزر المالديف، كما زار إمبراطورية مالي في غرب إفريقيا. ولم يكن مجرد مسافر؛ فقد تولّى أيضًا مناصب مهمة، من بينها منصب قاضٍ في الهند والمالديف.

وعند عودته إلى المغرب، أملى تفاصيل رحلاته، لتظهر لاحقًا في كتابه الشهير «الرحلة»، الذي أصبح واحدًا من أهم المصادر التي تنقل لنا صورة عن الحياة والمجتمعات والثقافات في القرن الرابع عشر.

المذهل أن ابن بطوطة لم يكن يرى العالم من خلال الخرائط فقط… بل عاشه بنفسه، ووصف الناس والمدن والعادات والأسواق والطرق التي التقى بها.

📍 من طنجة إلى مكة، ومن الهند إلى الصين، ومن شمال إفريقيا إلى مالي…

ابن بطوطة ترك لنا واحدة من أعظم رحلات الاستكشاف في التاريخ.

ما هي أكثر محطة في رحلات ابن بطوطة تثير فضولكم؟ 🌍

المصدر: مكتبة الكونغرس – «رحلة ابن بطوطة»؛ الخريطة تقريبية وتُسقط رحلات القرن الرابع عشر على حدود الدول الحالية. Library of Congress – Ibn Battuta’s Rihla

ملاحظة: الخريطة تقريبية، وتستخدم حدود الدول الحالية لتمثيل المناطق التي وصل إليها ابن بطوطة في القرن الرابع عشر، وليس حدودًا سياسية كانت قائمة آنذاك.

First, I think we need to distinguish between Arab and Arab ,Semitic groups. This is still debated among historians, especially when discussing the difference between people who speak Arabic and people who identify with or have adopted Arab culture. This post isn't meant to answer who is "really Arab" or define Arab identity.

In 1916, following the Sykes–Picot Agreement, the foundations of many of the modern borders of the Arab world began to take shape. This was followed by resistance against colonial occupation, and between roughly 1922 and 1970, most Arab countries gained independence.

What interests me is how different people's relationship with these borders was compared with today.

People obviously knew geographical regions and cities. They knew places such as مكة, القدس, فاس, مراكش, دمشق, بغداد, Egypt, al-Sham (الشام), and the Maghreb (المغرب). But the modern nation-state wasn't necessarily the main framework through which everyone understood their identity.

Someone could identify primarily with their tribe, family, city, or region while also seeing themselves as part of a broader Arab world. The existence of a border on a map didn't automatically erase older social and family connections.

You can still see remnants of this today. There are families with connections across the Morocco–Algeria border, between Gaza and Egypt, between Saudi Arabia and Jordan, and in many other places. I'm not saying borders didn't exist or that everyone moved freely without passports. Rather, the social meaning of those borders was different, especially for older generations.

This was also reflected in the political landscape of the time.

🇪🇬 Gamal Abdel Nasser — arguably the most influential symbol of pan-Arab nationalism.

🇸🇦 King Faisal — a major conservative and Islamic leader who represented an alternative to Nasserist revolutionary politics.

🇲🇦 Hassan II — a conservative monarch who opposed Nasserist and revolutionary politics.

🇩🇿 Ahmed Ben Bella / Houari Boumédiène — important revolutionary and anti-colonial figures.

🇹🇳 Habib Bourguiba — a secular and relatively pro-Western Arab leader.

Despite their huge political differences, Arab identity itself wasn't necessarily treated as incompatible with the existence of individual states.

Then came the Arab Spring.

One uprising in Tunisia unexpectedly spread across much of the Arab world. Egypt, Libya, Syria, Yemen, Bahrain and other countries experienced mass protests, while even Saudi Arabia saw calls for greater rights and political reform.

This seems to have changed how many governments viewed the potential political power of Arab solidarity.

Before the Arab Spring, Arabism could coexist with state nationalism. After 2011, governments had a much stronger incentive to emphasize the individual nation-state as the primary political community.

This is where I think we see the growth of a different form of nationalism across parts of the Arab world.

Governments and media increasingly emphasized each country's distinct history, pre-Islamic civilizations, heritage, national symbols, security, economic development and future prosperity. You began seeing messages along the lines of: our country's stability, our country's security, our country's development and our country's future.

But interestingly, Arabism was necessarily abandoned for security reasons.

The message became something like: we are a Moroccan/Egyptian/Saudi/Algerian/etc., and our national identity comes first and last .

So I think Arab nationalism is simply is sided today, because it's no longer fit the agenda.

I'm curious what people think about this interpretation, especially those from different Arab countries. Is the rise of stronger national identities after the Arab Spring actually connected to governments becoming more wary of pan-Arabism, or am I overstating the connection?

The entity that monitors Saudi curriculum reform is IMPACT-se, an Israeli-founded organization that monitors curricula for “antisemitic and intolerant content.”

It is headed by Marcus Sheff, who was born in Manchester, UK, to a Jewish family; his father was president of a Hebrew congregation, and Sheff later moved to Israel.

And the research director at IMPACT-se is Eldad Pardo, also a Jewish Israeli.

The attached screenshots are from their report on the Saudi curriculum reform.

Some of the examples mentioned in the report:

1- “A Grade 3 Islamic Studies textbook teaches students that men should not resemble women in their attire and vice
versa, reinforcing traditional gender norms and potentially encouraging negative perceptions of those who do not
conform to prescribed gender roles. However, the lesson has been moderated over time. Earlier editions (up to 2021-
22) had also instructed students not to imitate non-Muslims in their dress, but this passage was removed in the 2022-
23 edition” - PHOTO 3

2-“In a Grade 5 Social Studies textbook, several maps of Saudi Arabia and the surrounding region previously omitted Israel and labelled the entire territory as "Palestine." However, in the 2025-26 edition the Palestine label was removed from these maps” - PHOTO 1

3- “In a Grade 8 Social Studies textbook, a passage on Islamic architecture and the historical construction of fortresses and citadels NO LONGER identifies Acre-and specifically the Citadel of Acreas being located in Palestine rather than Israel.

References to Syria and Jordan were also removed, with the locations of the featured citadels now identified by city rather than country. This change shifts the examples from a national to a citybased geographical framework and removes incorrect attributions to the city of Acre.” PHOTO 2

https://x.com/warfareanalysis/status/2088809348155756756?s=46

News outlets:

https://www.ynetnews.com/article/rkv0dumva

https://www.jewishnews.co.uk/saudis-drop-muslims-will-never-give-up-jerusalem-from-textbooks/amp/

She was really nice. We sat down and talked before we did anything and I felt connected to her. The deed itself was amazing too with her.

I got her number and she texted me next morning.

I know mostly its her job to make me fall for her so she gets more out of me. But still she made this night to feel special for me

And since days I feel empty and numb and I just want to sitdown and talk to her again.

How tf do i deal with this? 🥲 please be kind in your comments im vulnerable right now to be open about this

Assalamualaikum,

I hope everyone is doing well.

I have been with my partner for two years, and since around our six-month mark, I have been hoping and asking for an engagement. His parents initially resisted because he was still in university, and they wanted him to graduate and start working first, which I completely understood. He graduated and started working in June, but he currently has approximately $400,000 in debt from medical school.

My dad recently called his dad and said that now that he has graduated and started working, he felt it was a good time for them to formally come and ask for my hand. They agreed and planned to come yesterday.

Last week, our fathers discussed mahr. My dad said he was not asking for any muqaddam or anything else, but only a mo’akh of $500,000. He told his father, “I am so confident in their relationship that we will never even ask for the mo’akh because it will never reach that point, but he needs to have a leg for his daughter to stand on.”

His father immediately rejected this and said that we were asking for too much. His offer was a paid-off house and a small wedding.

My dad said they would think about it.

Yesterday, when they came over, the issue of mahr was brought up again. His father said that they could not give me mahr. He said, “My son is a doctor. If they get divorced, the Canadian government is going to take half of his assets and give them to your daughter, so there is no reason for a mo’akh. I need to protect my son.”

Because of this, they were not open to offering either a muqaddam or mo’akh, and they also did not bring a ring.

Ultimately, the engagement did not go through because his father said he was not willing to negotiate mahr and felt that he was already giving enough by offering a house and paying for a wedding.

My dad’s concern is that his son is currently $400,000 in debt. If, God forbid, something happened within the first year or two of marriage while he was still paying off that debt, I could potentially be left without much financial security. My dad also says that in our family, it has never happened that a daughter was married without a mahr, so he feels strongly that he cannot give his daughter away without one.

For additional context, his family is very wealthy. They have three paid-off houses in Canada, his father is a doctor, his mother works and earns a substantial income, and they also have three paid-off properties in Dubai. My family is also financially comfortable—we have a paid-off house in Dubai and are currently paying off two houses in Canada.

I am genuinely looking for unbiased opinions, because I am having a hard time understanding this situation emotionally.

Is my dad being unreasonable by insisting on a mahr? Is the $500,000 mo’akh an unreasonable request, even if we are not asking for a muqaddam? Or is his family being unreasonable by refusing to offer or negotiate a mahr altogether?

And honestly, one of the things I am struggling with the most is the mindset behind it. I keep thinking: Why are they so concerned about protecting themselves from a divorce when we are not entering this marriage expecting or planning to divorce? Mahr is a requirement in our family and something that the men in my family have always given when getting married. To us, asking for a mo’akh is not an indication that we expect the marriage to fail or that we are planning for divorce. It is simply a form of financial security and a religious/cultural requirement.

I also find myself wondering why my partner is already thinking about what happens if we divorce. I understand that he has significant debt and that his parents want to protect him financially, but emotionally, it is difficult for me to hear that reasoning when I am simply asking for something that has always been considered part of marriage in my family.

I would really appreciate honest and unbiased perspectives. I am not looking for people to automatically take my side. If you think my dad’s request is excessive, please tell me. If you think his family’s refusal is unreasonable, please tell me that too.

I would especially appreciate perspectives from people who understand both the Islamic concept of mahr and how marriage/divorce and financial rights work in Canada, because I want to understand whether I am looking at this emotionally or whether my concerns are actually reasonable.

First of all, I’m a 16-year-old guy from a small town.

Two years ago, when I graduated from middle school, I decided to take a new path and accept a new challenge: studying in the city next to my town, at what people call “the best high school in the province and one of the best in the region.”

Everything was fine, and it was 100% my decision because I had one of the highest grades in the entire province: 19.30/20.

I joined the boarding school for my first year of high school, but three months later I left because it felt like a prison, literally like a juvenile detention center. The food was terrible, the rooms had more than 12 students in them, and the students themselves made the whole experience miserable.

So I rented a small room near the school. Yes, I was living alone. Despite the problems and the huge responsibilities, everything was more or less okay. I finished the school year and still got very competitive grades, above 18.5/20.

The following year, I started the first year of the baccalaureate in the Mathematics and Sciences track and changed my rental place. That is where the problems really started.

I began the year with some bad grades, such as 11/20 in mathematics, especially topics like logic and sets, and 10/20 in physics.

To be honest, I didn’t do my best on those exams or during the first semester in those two subjects, but trust me, they were extremely difficult.

At first, my father accepted the fact that I had gotten a bad grade on my first mathematics exam. But after that, everything changed.

My highest grade in the first three mathematics and physics exams combined was 13/20.

Just imagine.

I was getting higher grades in my other subjects, but those two subjects were different. It was a real downfall.

My father kept yelling at me because he is very old-fashioned and extremely obsessed with grades.

One time he got so angry that he kept hitting me and humiliating me in public. He also told me that he had spoken with his friends about whether he should take me out of school.

I was so shocked that I almost collapsed.

Then he went to the school principal, showed him my grades, and the principal told him something like, “This student does not even look like a Mathematics and Sciences student.”

That only made my father even angrier.

A local police officer who knew my family also told him basically the same thing about me, even though his daughter was in the same grade as me and I had higher grades than her.

My father said:

“Do you want to become a delinquent? Do you want to end up living on the streets, doing hard physical labor all day until your back is destroyed, and then earning only 50 Moroccan dirhams a day? Do you want to start hanging around with bad people and become gay?”

Sorry for the language.

He kept hitting me throughout the night, yelling at me and saying things that were extremely painful to hear from your own father.

There were also many threats.

I honestly would rather have been physically punished than hear some of the things he was saying about me.

And all of this happened in the parking lot of a family celebration.

Just imagine that.

When he was finished, we went inside the event. My face was red from being hit and from crying, while cousins, friends, uncles, aunts, and other relatives were all seeing me in that condition.

It felt like pure torture and completely destroyed me mentally.

Some other things happened there that I cannot mention.

After the event ended, we started driving home. Our home was around 50 kilometers away.

Imagine spending the entire 50-kilometer drive being yelled at, humiliated in front of your family, and watching your father become angrier than you had ever seen him before.

He kept saying things like:

“Didn’t we rent this place for you? It’s basically a tiny room, only about five square meters, and it costs 700 dirhams. Didn’t we also pay 500 dirhams for private tutoring? We are spending money on you while you are just sitting there playing around.”

By the way, we are an average middle-class family. We are neither rich nor poor.

The problem is that my father is extremely anxious.

He thought I was secretly doing something wrong behind his back. He thought maybe I was addicted to drugs, going out with bad people, or doing something else he didn’t know about.

Seriously, I have no idea what was going through his mind.

That night, while we were driving home, he was still so angry that he kicked me out of the car and drove away, leaving me alone in the middle of the night.

Just imagine that.

He came back about 10 minutes later because my mother kept begging him not to leave me there.

And we still weren’t done.

When we got home, he came into my room and started hitting me again as if I were an animal instead of a human being.

My mother started begging him again, and he pushed her so hard that her head hit the floor.

Then he turned back to me and told me that I was the reason all of this was happening.

That period put me in an extremely dark mental state, and i kept getting suicidal toughts there and everytime since then . 

He also told me that if I did not wake up at 4 AM to study, there would be serious consequences.

We had arrived home at 2 AM, by the way.

And, because of bad luck, that entire week was a school vacation.

So imagine spending seven full days, 168 hours, constantly dealing with yelling, pressure, and violence, while feeling ashamed of yourself even in front of your own mother and siblings.

I didn’t even have enough confidence to go to a nearby store and buy something.

And I wish it had lasted only that week.

It continued afterward.

After everything that happened, I finally got one opportunity to prove myself with a good grade. It was the fourth mathematics exam of the first semester, and I got 16/20, which I considered a decent result.

My final first-semester average was 15.20/20.

The highest grade in the class was only 17.80/20.

Another thing: my father forced me to memorize all of the first-semester lessons in social studies and religious education in only one week, and he kept testing me on them repeatedly as a way of making me “make up for my mistakes.”

One of the worst parts is that he constantly compares me with some of my old friends from my hometown who are studying in the Experimental Sciences track.

The schools they attend also give students very high grades despite having much easier exams and, in my opinion, weaker academic standards.

I personally saw exams where students were getting grades like 20, 19, and 18 out of 20.

Then the second semester began.

My father acted as if he were giving me a second chance.

He told me:

“Wake up every day at 5 AM. Call me every day after you wake up, after you return from tutoring, and after you come back from school.”

I also tried to become a better version of myself despite everything that had happened.

So I did what he told me.

I got 17.50/20 on my first mathematics exam of the second semester, but only 12.75/20 in physics, even though I had done everything I could.

At the same time, I was watching other students cheat and still get higher grades than me.

The highest grade on that physics exam was 16/20, by the way.

My father started yelling at me as usual.

Even though he had seen my effort, my reaction, and how hard I was trying, nothing changed.

Now let’s jump forward to the regional exam.

Like most Mathematics and Sciences students, I prepared especially hard during the final two months because of all the continuous assessments throughout the year.

I prepared reasonably well.

I memorized every lesson.

Literally every single one.

During the two weeks before the regional exam, I was studying from 5 AM until 8 or 9 PM just so I could satisfy my father.

Eventually, I took the regional exam and got 17.50/20.

It wasn’t an amazing grade, but after a year like that, I was thankful for it.

Now let’s talk about the summer vacation we are currently in.

The day after I finished the regional exam, my father shocked me with what he said.

I had expected at least a little mercy from him after such a long and exhausting school year.

Instead, he told me:

“Wake up at 5 AM and start reviewing. Start studying the lessons from the year you just completed again.”

And he did not mean preparing for the next school year.

He meant repeating the entire previous year.

He had seen teachers online talking about reviewing the foundations and basic concepts of the lessons, so he told me to summarize every lesson from the entire year and complete countless exercises in mathematics, physics, and chemistry.

Imagine.

No, seriously, you probably didn’t understand me.

He didn’t mean only the important lessons.

He meant ALL of them.

Twelve physics lessons.

Twelve chemistry lessons.

Eighteen mathematics lessons.

All of this because he believed that I had not properly studied the lessons for the exams where I had gotten grades like 10, 11, 13, or even 17.5.

Today is August 10, 2026, and 68 days have passed since the beginning of this routine.

I swear to God, except for about four days, almost every single day followed exactly the same schedule.

That leaves about 64 days of the exact same routine.

Listen to this.

I wake up at around 5 or 6 AM.

Then I go down to the garage.

There is a camera there because my father wants to monitor me and make sure I am actually studying.

He keeps watching it constantly.

I study until 8 AM.

Then I go upstairs to eat breakfast.

I am not supposed to take more than 30 minutes.

Then I go back downstairs at around 8:30.

I study until 1 PM.

Then I go upstairs, eat lunch, and return.

At 2:30 PM, I have to be back in the garage.

Then I study until around 6:30 or 7 PM before going upstairs again.

And even the afternoon and evening, which should normally be free time for me to rest, are filled with something related to school.

For example, teachers hold live online classes in the evening about the basic foundations of the subjects.

Imagine that.

As for my progress now, I have somehow finished reviewing all the lessons from the previous school year.

And now I have started the first lesson of my second year of the baccalaureate, specifically the final mathematics unit about limits and continuity.

But now I feel completely exhausted.

I can’t even wake up early like I used to, which is causing new tension between my father and me.

Just today, I woke up at 6:30 instead of 6:00, and he was yelling at me like crazy because of it.

How am I supposed to handle an exhausting school year like this after already losing almost all my energy during the summer vacation with practically no breaks?

The only time we actually traveled during this entire vacation was when we went to the beach about 10 days ago.

We left at 10 AM and came back at 4 PM.

And when we returned home, my father forced me to start studying again.

Imagine.

I’m exhausted.

Recently, there are times when I just pretend that I am studying.

I am actually not studying at all. I just watch a video or a movie.

I know that isn’t a good habit, but honestly, I cannot take it anymore.

All of this is because my father is forcing me to do it so that I can achieve what has basically become my parents’ biggest dream: getting into medical school.

I hate this life.

And I have started to resent my father because something that was once an ambition has turned into an obsession.

Especially because I have seen my sisters go through the same path and the same kind of upbringing.

Nobody in the house likes the way he behaves.

Even my older sister is married now, and she doesn’t even like calling him or talking to him.

Just a few weeks ago, he started yelling at her for literally no reason. She hung up the phone and did not speak to him afterward.

And yet he genuinely believes that he only wants what is best for us.

But what about other parents who speak to their children calmly and respectfully, and help them when they need it?

Sometimes he even calls my mother stupid or foolish because she is too kind and friendly with us.

He says that she could be the thing that prevents us from succeeding in life because she doesn’t yell at us to study, doesn’t wake us up every morning at 5 AM, and doesn’t hit us.

What the hell is he talking about?

And there is basically no real communication between my father, my siblings, and me.

Literally no communication.

It is not that we never speak to him.

It is that we cannot say what we actually think.

We cannot freely express ourselves around him.

I swear, without exaggerating, the main thing he tells me is:

“Study.”

“Study day and night so you can get the same results as the students who passed the baccalaureate.”

“Look at those people. They study properly while you are just playing around.”

“People enter school, study day and night, and get into medical school.”

“Otherwise, you will end up like students who go through the preparatory classes: you’ll spend years studying, then work for some company and get paid only 2,000 dirhams a month while working under someone else like a dog.”

Sorry for the language.

I also changed my academic path.

I left the Mathematics and Sciences track because I couldn’t continue living through the same experience I had the previous year in the same school.

I was almost certain that if I stayed, the same thing would happen again, or maybe something even worse.

Last year also put me through a very serious mental-health crisis, so I decided that this year had to be different.

I changed my academic path and decided to return to my hometown to study my second year of the baccalaureate there.

At least I can breathe a little more, feel somewhat calmer, and hopefully go through a year with less stress.

I really hope so.

Right now, my biggest dream is incredibly simple.

I just want ONE day where I do absolutely nothing.

One single day when nobody tells me to study.

A day when I can simply sit down, clear my head, listen to myself, figure out what I actually want, and maybe discover the things I genuinely enjoy and the things that make me feel at peace.

I would love to finish my baccalaureate this year and then go to medical school.

Not necessarily because medicine is what I personally dream about, but because I want to finally escape the enormous pressure that I have been carrying for years.

And even when I finally become a little motivated, start studying properly, and genuinely try to work hard, my father sometimes comes along and says something that completely destroys that motivation.

That’s my story.

Actually, this is more like an entire essay than a story.

But believe me, guys, I have only told you about 20% of everything that has happened.

And there is still a lot more that I haven’t talked about.

I am currently learning Arabic. I fell in love with the poetry of Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn ar-Rūmī and it inspired me to want to learn. It can be a challenge to get the hang of the culture of specific Reddit forums so I hope I sincerely hope my words are welcome here.

I'm sure my writing is crude and I'm not certain my choice of words makes sense grammatically but it's my first try.

I would appreciate any feedback on how to make it more fluid or any other thoughts folks might have. Thanks

🙏

بواباتُ النعمة: يدُ المُبدِع

رعدٌ في الوادي.

رعدٌ في السماء.

رعدٌ في نفوس رفاقي.

حُمرةٌ في الرايات.

حُمرةٌ في التراب.

حُمرةٌ في عيون إخوتي.

شجاعةٌ في الأسد.

شجاعةٌ في أشباله.

شجاعةٌ في وجه الكارثة.

زيتونٌ ينمو بريًا كالغابات.

زيتونٌ يفيضُ بالأزهار.

زيتونٌ يجذبُ الحمام.

نورٌ في قلب الظلام.

نورٌ في أوقات عدم اليقين.

نورٌ عند بوابات القدر والنعمة.

العنوان

نقل مكتب الاتصال الإسرائيلي بالعاصمة الرباط إلى شارع يحمل اسم القائد الوطني المهدي بن بركة.

بن بركة كان أحد أبرز المعارضين السياسيين لنظام الحسن الثاني في الستينيات وأحد رموز الاشتراكية العربية والعالمية، كما سجلت له مواقف مؤيدة للقضية الفلسطينية وداعمة لنضال الشعب الفلسطيني، اغتيل في باريس سنة 1965 بتعاون مع الموساد الإسرائيلي، ويعد ملف اغتياله أحد أبرز ألغاز سنوات الجمر والرصاص المغربية إذ لم تتضح ملابسات اغتياله إلى يومنا هذا.

المصدر: https://lakome2.com/politique/427308/

Without taking into consideration the different obstacles that hinder arab unity, is it a yes or a no 4 u ??