Passports from various countries Davincidig / Getty
A few days ago, I remembered a funny anecdote.
When I was 10 years old, my mother gave my sister and me our first passport.
My sister, whose name is Hind, is a year younger than me.
One day, my mother came home with the precious documents.
I remember very well that first passport which, in Morocco, especially at that time, was so difficult to obtain.
I remember its green covers, the fact that it opened from left to right and also that it could be read in Arabic and French.
That document said who I was, it granted me a status, an identity and the possibility of moving ...
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