@gracezakk: Drafssss

⁸⁹ :

ما عندك غير ذا الاوتفيت؟

𓆩ℛ𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓺.☁️𓆪 :

يعني اجنبية وكذا

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒 🇸🇾 :

يرحم ايامم رامي 😔

🎀ʝısσσ🎀 :

الله يرحم ايام رامي والقصص

Nur🌟 :

Do i know you?

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒚🇷🇺 :

وين رامي

🎀Joudi🎀 :

اشتقت لايام رامي بس صايرة تجننننننن😔😔

نَـجمَه𖣂. :

Meme<3 :

Aleen abdalkream ☆ :

السعوديه

Catalani🖤 :

First

akosibea :

where do you get your boots madæm?

✨𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷_𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪🃏♟️ :

ايام كنت ادور على بارت 2

Nour :

حرام الواحد يتقدم يعني!!!؟

yi4w5251wz9 :

Your video is really well-shot.

👾 :

تشبه نارين

🇮🇹ry hab🇹🇳 :

هدا بيوتي معروفة بكل عالم وتتكلم عربي وهاي بس المانيا عزرضة عادية نكرت في لغة

𝓑𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓷𐙚 :

حسافه ايام رامي

AL-SONI ?ツ :

like jennie

majddddd :

جوييييي🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

𝓶𝓲𝓶𝓲⋆. 𐙚 ˚ :

منو ظل يلبس السكيني جينز🗿💔

h a n e e n 🫧 :

HOLYY SHIITT HOW CAN HE CHEAT ON YOU @

ْ :

QUEENNNNNNNNN

aya♡🎀 :

Hello world. Morocco is painted in postcards of beaches and sunsets — but the real Morocco is written in tears. Families still sleep under broken tents, long after the earthquake stole their homes. Hospitals echo with cries, where mothers wait for medicine that never comes. Classrooms are overflowing, teachers exhausted, and diplomas turn to paper with no future. Children fill the streets instead of schools, while bulldozers erase entire neighborhoods to build stadiums for strangers. Voices that demand dignity are met with silence, handcuffs, or blood. Poverty is not numbers here — it is fathers with empty hands, mothers breaking inside, and youth staring into a tomorrow that does not exist. This is not the Morocco of postcards. This is the Morocco of pain — the Morocco the world must finally see.