Author: Mohamed Hashem Omid On a cold night in 1401, when I was at the end of my student days, Morocco had reached the semi-finals of the 2022 World Cup by eliminating Portugal. When I opened the cyberspace, I saw that in many parts of the world, the streets had exploded with joy. But this was not just the joy of a simple sports victory; something deeper was flowing in these cries, the dimensions of which I later understood better. On Facebook, …
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Author: Mohamed Hashem Omid On a cold night in 1401, when I was at the end of my student days, Morocco had reached the semi-finals of the 2022 World Cup by eliminating Portugal. When I opened the cyberspace, I saw that in many parts of the world, the streets had exploded with joy. But this was not just the joy of a simple sports victory; something deeper was flowing in these cries, the dimensions of which I later understood better. On Facebook, …