NightWhisper

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Tazmamart was a secret detention center in Morocco that operated for years in complete isolation. Prisoners were held in inhumane conditions—total darkness, extreme heat and cold, starvation, and absolute silence. Many did not survive.

Today, Tazmamart stands as a painful reminder of a dark chapter in Moroccan history and a symbol of the importance of accountability, truth, and human rights. Remembering such places is essential so that these abuses are never repeated

[–] NightWhisper@feddit.org 2 points 3 days ago

I agree with you; that was exactly the situation at the time you mentioned. Back then, many people used to enter the occupied city of Melilla to obtain goods such as clothing, tobacco, and other items you referred to. They would access Melilla through the mountains and other routes, then sell those goods in their local areas as a means of earning a living.

However, that situation no longer exists. Today, the borders are strictly controlled, and the regions that were once marginalized and dependent on smuggling for survival have become stable areas that are now benefiting from tourism.

You can now visit any region you like with your family, feeling completely safe and at ease. When you do, I invite you to come back to this comment and share your opinion.

If you plan to travel from your country to Morocco, I recommend starting with Marrakech as your first destination. Spend a few days in the old city, then visit nearby areas such as Ourika, Oukaïmeden, Imlil, and Moulay Brahim. After that, head to Essaouira, which is about two to two and a half hours from Marrakech. Essaouira is a small city thriving on tourism, and you will not feel like a stranger there—you will feel at home.

Then, continue your journey to Agadir, and afterward to northern Morocco, including Tangier, Tetouan, and Chefchaouen.

That is all.

Best regards, my friend

[–] NightWhisper@feddit.org 2 points 3 days ago (2 children)

I think this is a very generalized view. Morocco, like any country, is diverse. Essaouira has a strong artistic, spiritual, and cultural identity that can’t be reduced to drugs or nightlife. Many people go there for music, history, healing, and calm

Personal experiences are valid, but they don’t define an entire city or culture

You really need to see the place yourself, my friend. I’m sure it would change your perspective.

 

Essaouira isn’t just a coastal city — many visitors describe a strange emotional shift the moment they arrive.

Some feel deep calm, others experience unease, nostalgia, or even anxiety.

Is it the wind, isolation, history, or collective memory of the place?

This article explores the psychological impact of Essaouira and why certain places affect our minds so strongly

 

Tazmamart was one of the most secret and brutal prisons in modern Moroccan history. Prisoners were held in complete isolation under inhumane conditions for years, many of them never survived. This article explores the true story of Tazmamart, the silence that surrounded it, and how its horrors were eventually revealed

[–] NightWhisper@feddit.org 1 points 5 days ago

Exactly. That’s precisely the conclusion I came to as well

[–] NightWhisper@feddit.org 1 points 5 days ago (2 children)

In my country, people say that if you hear someone calling your name and you don’t know where the voice is coming from, you should never respond

I often wonder—are these experiences something supernatural, or just tricks of the subconscious mind

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People Who Hear Their Names Called at Night (morocconightmares.blogspot.com)
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Last night, I clearly heard my name whispered in the darkness.

I wasn’t asleep… and no one was there.

Many people around the world report the same experience:

hearing their name called at night, softly, from nowhere.

Some believe it’s a psychological trick of the brain.

Others say it’s something far darker — spirits, shadows, or entities that only appear when the world is silent.

What makes it truly terrifying is that once it happens, it never feels like it was just imagination.

Have you ever heard your name when no one was around ?

 

She was not just a woman… she was a warrior.

During the Portuguese occupation, she fought with a courage that terrified her enemies.

After her disappearance, people began to whisper about her return.

They say she appears at night, dressed in white, her legs bent like an animal’s, her eyes fixed on those who dare remember her name.

Was she a real person… or something darker born from war and fear ?

Do stories like this exist in your country ?