I left Morocco at 23. Not to chase a dream… but to escape a life that was closing in on me. I had a child in my arms, a suitcase with almost nothing inside, and a heart breaking on that plane. Leaving wasn’t a choice. It was survival. In France, I started from the very bottom. Cables, tunnels, cold nights… I was invisible. The only woman. The only Moroccan. In a world of men. But I held on. Because someone depended on me. And because giving up was never an option. I worked twice as hard. I studied when everyone else slept. I moved forward with courage, loneliness, and faith. I built a family. Three boys. Three reasons to keep standing. Three lights guiding me through the tunnels of Paris. And then one day… I reached that invisible wall every immigrant knows. That ceiling you can’t break, no matter how hard you fight. So I made the most radical decision of my life: I left everything. Again. I jumped into the unknown with no safety, no guarantees… only my truth. I traveled back to my roots — Morocco, Côte d’Ivoire, Senegal. I listened. I watched. I felt the pain, the talent, the hunger, the unstoppable energy of Africa. A continent that creates, that invents, that only needs a bridge to reach the world. So I built Africa Pavilion. Not as a project… but as a mission. A mission born from my roots, my scars, and my love for my continent. Today, I share this story because it belongs to everyone who has walked through darkness to reach their own light. To everyone who built a life without asking for anything. RedOne… I see your journey. I recognize your fire. I understand your truth. And if our paths cross today, maybe it’s because they carry the same language — the language of those who survived, and chose to create instead of surrender