Hi everyone, I'm from Morocco
I honestly don't know where to begin with my story. It is a story that I hope can serve as a lesson to others, because I would never want anyone to go through what happened to me. At the same time, I am desperately looking for a way to rebuild my own life.
I am a 31-year-old man who grew up in a rural village. I fought hard to get an education, and I am the eldest of my siblings. My father worked as a day laborer, meaning that some days he had work and other days he didn't. Life was extremely difficult for our family.
My middle school and high school were about 8 kilometers from my village. For six years, I rode my bicycle back and forth every single day, morning and afternoon, just to attend school. By the grace of God, I eventually earned my high school diploma. I will never forget how happy I was that day. My parents and younger siblings were overjoyed.
I then moved to another city to attend university because my hometown did not have a university. Even though attendance was not always compulsory, I studied while working at the same time. I washed dishes in restaurants and cafƩs because I could not depend on my father financially. He simply did not have enough money to support me.
After three years, I earned my bachelor's degree. I was incredibly happy because I thought that, finally, I would find a stable job and give my parents and siblings a better life after all the poverty we had endured.
But reality turned out to be very different.
After graduating, I took whatever work I could find. I worked in construction, agriculture, and security. I was so busy trying to survive that I could not properly prepare for competitive recruitment exams. For more than three years, I kept applying for opportunities without success.
Then, in 2022, while I was in Casablanca, I came across an American company that was looking for workers for the construction of the new US Consulate in Casablanca. I applied, and I got accepted!
You cannot imagine how happy I was. For the first time in my life, I was earning a salary of around 6,000 Moroccan dirhams a month. I knew the company would not keep me forever because the project would eventually end, but at least I would have a chance to work and save some money.
I rented an affordable room in the Hay Hassani neighborhood because I wanted to save as much as possible. Even though we worked 10 hours a day, I was happy. I managed to save around 3,000 dirhams every month and send that money back home to my family.
Our family home was made mostly of mud, so I started repairing it with the money I earned. I was genuinely happy. My parents were happy, too, and they constantly prayed for me.
Things continued this way until 2025.
I gradually started experiencing back pain, but I kept telling myself that it was probably just the cold weather.
Then came November 26, 2025.
That morning, the pain was so severe that I could not even get out of bed. I could not go to work, so I went to see a doctor and had an X-ray.
The first thing the doctor said to me was, "I'm sorry to see you in this condition while you are still so young."
I was shocked. I asked her what was wrong.
She explained that the disc between the vertebrae in my lower back had deteriorated severely. I asked her if there was a solution.
She told me that there was no simple fix and that I would have to change my lifestyle.
I asked her what she meant.
She told me that I should not lift anything heavier than 5 kilograms, should not stand for more than an hour, and should not sit for more than an hour at a time.
Honestly, I felt as though I were dreaming. I had only just started to feel that my life was finally coming together. I had finally begun to feel like someone who could take responsibility for his family, and suddenly this happened to me.
The doctor asked me what I did for work. I told her that I worked in occupational health and safety. She asked how many hours I worked each day. I told her 10 hours.
She said that this kind of job was no longer suitable for my condition and that I would have to give it up. She gave me a medical certificate for one month of sick leave.
My employer saw that I was ill, could barely get out of bed, and was no longer able to come to work. On December 18, 2025, my employment was terminated.
I returned to my hometown, still unable to process what had happened.
My family tried to comfort me, but I stopped talking to people. I spent almost all my time alone in my room and barely went outside. For about five months, I struggled with depression and very dark thoughts.
I even thought about ending my life because I was still young and could not bear the thought of becoming a burden on my family. My parents were already struggling financially, and I had always wanted to be the person who helped them.
Whenever I looked at my younger siblings and imagined how they would feel if they knew what I was thinking, I would tell myself, "A'udhu billahi min ash-shaytan ir-rajim" and try to push those thoughts away.
But my story did not end there.
On May 12, 2026, my pain became much worse than before. I had saved around 10,000 dirhams, so I travelled to Marrakech to have an MRI scan. I kept praying that the results would be good and that the first doctor had been wrong.
Unfortunately, the MRI confirmed the original back problem. But it also showed signs suggesting another chronic illness: ankylosing spondylitis, a type of inflammatory disease that affects the spine and joints.
The doctors ordered several tests, including HLA-B27 testing, along with other blood tests. Unfortunately, the results were concerning, and I was diagnosed with this disease.
It is a condition in which the immune system mistakenly attacks the joints, causing significant pain and inflammation. It can also affect the eyes and digestive system. Without appropriate treatment, including biologic medication when indicated, the disease can progress and cause serious disability in some people.
Honestly, this diagnosis did not shock me as much as the first one. I had already been through so much that I felt I had become accustomed to bad news. It felt as though my life had already fallen apart, and nothing could frighten me anymore.
What hurts me the most is feeling that I have become a burden on my family.
It is now approaching a year since I lost my job. I have spent all the money I saved, and I can no longer afford my prescribed medication because it is too expensive.
I am completely broke. Sometimes, I cannot even afford basic things to improve my condition or go to the public baths. I spend entire days and nights lying in bed.
I have gradually accepted my reality and understand that I must learn to live with these illnesses. Within a period of just one year, I was diagnosed with two chronic health conditions that completely changed my life.
What I am asking from you, and what I sincerely beg you for, is a chance to work from home so that I can earn a living and help my parents.
I am afraid that no employer will hire me in my current condition. I cannot return to physically demanding work, and I cannot stand or sit for long periods. Working from home seems to be the only realistic option I have left.
Thankfully, I am educated, I am motivated, and I learn quickly. I am willing to learn new skills and do whatever work I can manage from home.
Please, I am asking you to put yourselves in my shoes and help me find a way forward.
I am not asking for money. I am asking for an opportunity to work and slowly rebuild my life.
Perhaps someone here runs an e-commerce business and needs someone to confirm orders with customers by phone, manage messages, handle customer service, or do another task remotely.
Perhaps someone knows a legitimate online job that I could learn and do from home, even if it only allows me to cover my basic living expenses.
I would never forget the kindness of anyone who helped me find such an opportunity.
Only God knows what I am going through psychologically and financially right now.
I am ready to provide my complete medical file, including medical certificates, examination results, and documents corresponding to every date I have mentioned in this post.
If anyone is willing to help me find work or guide me toward a genuine opportunity, please send me a private message. I will gladly provide any documentation needed to verify my situation.
Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my story. I sincerely hope that, with your help, I can find a way to start living again.