Rachid Laanani
Time in Morocco is unfortunately valueless! Wherever you go, you have to wait for hours so as to perform whatever thing you like. After I have awaited my turn to get my car checked for about two hours and a half, I have resolved to pen a couple of lines on such an alarming issue. I came here shortly before sunrise, it is nearly 10 a.m. and I am still in the queue!
Similarly, waiting for doctors and dentists at their surgeries is a toilsome and boring matter. Although you make an appointment a week before, waiting for ages is a must as all doctors are busy these days. You inevitably have trouble as your name is part of a long waiting list. Whether you pay or not, long tedious waiting is inescapable.  Whether you are in a public hospital or in a private one, you have to squander time. A plane from Casa to Britain has reached its destination and passengers are having lunch with their relatives, yet I am still still!
Likewise, you seldom pay the light or water bill without wasting much time. You also pay heavy taxes and are obliged to wait for long. How patient are Moroccans, more patient than camels! So hard a day is when you need a document or certificate from a given administration. Things go more sluggishly than a tortoise morning journey. Rarely do you get what you want swiftly and merrily; is it quite usual and normal to anger people and make them rue the day they headed for such a place?  Won’t things change for the best someday or is it quite deliberate to humiliate people? I hope I am wrong or merely exaggerating.
Examples are numerous and everyone of you has surely a painful indelible story to tell. I have improvised such lines which I hope you will react to. It is almost 10h: 15 a.m. I have finished writing, but I am still waiting, at least I have busied myself and have done something beneficial, haven’t I?