It is a city, a small one. It is the city of our birth if not the city of our childhood and adolescence. We used to see it as a very small city with no infra structure, with no places for our big dreams.
We said that we couldn’t wait for the moment of leaving behind us those insignificant things .the moment that gives us the chance to see the real world. I mean here with the real world big cities with big opportunities, new things to discover and to do in your free time. Before, we use to visit friends and hanging out for hours. We use to smile a lot and to laugh for anything. I think that we use to live in that small city. Yes, we cried and we had bad times but as I remember we were always near of people we love. Even the bad times look like good ones now.
I remember the smiles and I remember the mills I use to walk with my friends till the school, the college and the high school too. I remember how the air was, how we felt cold at winter and how the sun made us feel so worm at summer. I remember how I was happy for getting older and smarter. I remember meeting good people. I still have in mind how they were and how they made me feel. People that I will never forget all my life long, who were here for me whenever I needed them, with whom I spent my good and bad times.
I remember feeling like that we will never miss the city or the people because we will be busy with our new lives, but once I was outside I felt like losing my soul . It is very true that I came visit the small city sometimes but it is never the same thing. We use to feel that we live in that city .now we feel that we are traveling to this wonderful place and we already know that we can’t stay for a long time.
For many of us it is a big honor to be apart of this small world .the world of simplicity, generosity and kindness. For others they feel ashamed of being from our small heaven. I guess because they didn’t see the suffering of the other places or because they are so blinded by the superficial things in big cities. I mean here they didn’t live in big cities for a long time to see how much they are uninhabitable. I don’t say that big cities are that bad because they use to have their proper details and pure beauty but now I am feeling sorry for their conditions. The majority of people in big cities forget totally about details and small things that make us feel at ease, happy and give us peace of mind. It is nearly rare to find people with souls and pure hearts because everyone is a collecting money machine now. They don’t have the time to feelings and morals. But we must never say that all big cities people are like that, because wherever you go there are good people and bad people. Even in our small heaven there are some heartless people except the rate is different.
I just want to salute the people of Ouarzazate city ,my beloved city , I want to tell them that I’m really proud of being one of them and that I love them because they are unique with their big hearts.
Ouarzazate, our stories started at your streets, our past memories are left inside your boundaries. Our futures may be fascinating in other cities but you will for eternity be the city that tells our stories,the city that we miss everywhere; the city of our past and last times. You will be always the fascinating small city .Our own Hollywood where memories are the details of so many movies with real stories and real actors.
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