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  • Yeah, just the way you read it.

    Your life does have a value. But the value doesn't really depend on who you are, on what you're like nor on the things you do for others.

    Your life has a different value depending whether you were born in the States, in Morrocco, in Spain, in Syria, in China or anywhere else. The value of your life depends on where you life and on how important that country is.

    It may sound harsh, but that's how I see it. That's how I feel it after yesterday's news.

    And not only after yesterday's news... you only need to have a look at the news on TV. The floodings and the death people do not have the same importance, the same space nor the same treatment depending on the country they take place in or the origin of the people suffering.

    I was waiting for the bus when a woman from Morocco who I hadn't seen in a long time appeared. She was dressing long, black and white clothes. She smiled sweetly and asked how I was. We were chatting for a while. The bus came, we got to train and that was when my magical question took place. How is your sister?

    I had been in her wedding. I remember her as a very energetic woman. She was always happy and laughing. She loved singing. She was smart, kind and always willing to help. She was a great cooker and she was great telling about cultural things and special places. She took me to more places in Morocco in two days than what I had visited the two years before. She was really beautiful and full of knowledge. Even if she was young, she was really wise. She was someone special. She had a boy. He is 2 now, nearly three.

    But as soon as I asked Malaika about her sister her expression changed. "It's not that I was hiding it. She didn't want us to tell everyone." I was very surprized and didn't really understand. "Sha'anda?" "What's wrong with her?" I asked.

    She was sick of cancer. She got to the doctor once and he found it. It was in early stage but she didn't have the money to pay for the chimo or the needed visities. She was simply told to go home and wait. To go home and see for how long she lived. Her family didn't have money enough for the treatment. She died five months ago.

    If she had been in Spain, she ould have gotten the treatment for free. She would have been trhough a bad time, of course. But she would be alive and kicking. Her son wouldn't be crying and asking again and again where her mum is and when is she going to come back.

    The place where you are born and live gives a value to your life.

    You may not be worth the same in Morrocco as in Spain, but your soul is. You can make a difference, so enjoy your life fully and make every second worth it, because not matter how the world works, life HAS a GOOD value.
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