Hello! Did you miss me, readers? Because I did. I missed writing, I missed describing my thoughts, and delivering every detail of my imagination to you. As you know, I am a dreamer, so I always dream of new stories, new experiences, and what would h...
I've always approached raising my kids with an emphasis on respect. I wouldn't describe it as strict parenting, but rather establishing certain rules. Both my parents were university professors—one in physics and mechanics, the other in the faculty of medicine. Their demanding professions often kept them occupied, leaving me to spend a significant amount of time on my own.Growing up in the capital city, I had the privilege of attending private schools with students from various nationalities. My father, a source of profound knowledge, taught me things that went beyond the conventional school curriculum. His teachings extended to physics, general culture, and ignited my passion for history and geography. He also introduced me to the wonders of science and encouraged me to learn French, among other valuable pursuits.
After indulging in the cake and enjoying the festivities, the majority left for their homes, leaving only Raya staying overnight. I prepared a delightful dinner, consisting of shorba, bourek, and tadjin of barkok, which turned out to be delicious. Raya contributed by making a scrumptious creme brulee for dessert.. As for Sahra, we complemented with some tea , I truly appreciate the cozy vibes of our Algerian culture. It's something uniquely special.
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While we were watching the sketches of Saleh Ougert, my granddaughter asked me about his age. I replied, "He's an old man now, and he stopped acting ages ago. However, his series never get boring; they are like golden classics.
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I checked on my beloved one who was sitting with me on the couch and noticed the strange expression on her face. I asked, 'What's the matter, my child?' She smiled like a little angel and replied, 'Nothing, grandma, I'm just dealing with life.' The pain I felt in my chest was indescribable. I knew my granddaughter lived in a challenging environment plagued by bullies. I observed the spark of worry in my granddaughter's eyes, seeing in them reflections of my own past. I pondered the trajectory of her life—her studies, friendships, projects, and, above all, her mental well-being. In that moment, a reminder struck me of what I hoped to impart before departing this world. Rising from my seat, I beckoned Fedwa to follow, driven by a desire to share something meaningful. In my chamber, I unveiled a treasure trove—a box brimming with letters and mementos from my youth. 'Who ever claimed I wasn't a writer?' I mused, sharing a knowing smile with her. 'Take this with you; it holds lessons as profound as those it imparted to me. When you've explored its contents, consider doing the same, and bring it back to me. Safeguard this box, for within it lies a legacy of memories.
