My name is Asma M’Jid, daughter of the late Mr. Mohamed M’Jid. For years, I have been fighting against a fraud that strikes at the heart of my family’s legacy. I gave space for the truth to come out, for things to be resolved privately, with dignity. But that path has closed. To stay quiet now would betray everything I believe in and everything my father stood for.
My father, a committed figure in Morocco’s fight for independence, was imprisoned multiple times by French authorities during the protectorate era, but never strayed from his vision of a proud, free, and independent Morocco, founded on honor, truth, and justice.
He considered himself blessed and was proud to have had the opportunity to promote the values of his country under the reign of His Majesty King Mohammed V, under the reign of His Majesty King Hassan II, and under the reign His Majesty King Mohammed VI.
My father served in Parliament, led the Royal Moroccan Tennis Federation as president for over forty years, tirelessly advocated for women’s rights, established the MJID Foundation to support the most vulnerable, and offered his support wherever he believed he could contribute to the future of the country he loved more than anything. “A former young man taking care of future old people,” he used to say.
Papa passed away in March 2014, and my mother, Pierette M’Jid, his wife of sixty years, joined him in August 2018, struck and killed during her morning walk by a reckless and criminal driver. After their passing, a series of betrayals and forgeries led to what is today the outright theft of their legacy and of my rightful inheritance as their daughter.
At the center of this inheritance fraud is Soufiane Elkabous. As a child, he lived in an unstable situation. His mother worked on an estate my parents owned, and I was the one who had asked them to take him in. My family gave him a home and raised him.
After my mother’s death, he emptied the safe in her house, where she had placed the inheritance documents specifically for me to protect. He emptied her bank accounts. He moved into the home she had left to me and took it over. Then he produced false documents in a calculated attempt to justify the unjustifiable.
I tried to resolve the situation privately, but without success. Like many fraudsters, he believes he can lie, forge, and steal without consequence. He sees himself as untouchable, above justice, beyond shame. But criminal behavior cannot be protected by silence.
Before he left us, my father, who was worried about how certain behaviors toward me might change after he was gone, left me the names of specific people to contact if needed. These were individuals he trusted, had worked with, and who had committed to him they would look after me if necessary. They held, and continue to hold, positions of prominence and high responsibility. We’ll come back to this.
After numerous attempts at an amicable resolution failed, I contacted three of them. I had their personal numbers. All three condemned Soufiane Elkabous’s actions as clearly illegal, all recognized I was the victim of a fraud, and all committed to taking action to redress it. One of them even told me he was aware of other complaints. All three assured me they would see that justice was done. In the end, none of them helped. Which brings us here.
Louis Brandeis, former Justice of the United States Supreme Court, once said: “Sunlight is the best disinfectant.” I believe this to be true.
Today, I am starting this blog in the hope that those who still believe in the Morocco to which my father devoted his life, those who believe in justice, whether they are civil servants, journalists, diplomats, professionals, retirees, or activists, will take action and stand with me to right this injustice.
That is why I am writing publicly today. That is why more posts will follow, each week, with more information, more specifics. Come back to read them. The facts will shock you.
My parents would have wanted me to.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for bearing witness. Thank you for sharing.