Истории Maghreb

Cette fleur,que tu vois n'est pas ce que tu crois Elle parait triste mais ne l'est certainement pas Elle aura vécu pour toi, mais partira pour moi Mais cette fleur est sensible et à chaque pas Elle s'éteint Et me dis N'éteins pas Cette joie Ô dis moi ma rose pourquoi tant aimé les gens Alors que l'on nous blesse à chaque temps. Hélas! L'amour dans tout cela n'est qu'une sotte illusion Et comme dirais ma très chère mère حب إذا أحبك وانسى إذا جرحك Aime si il t'aime et oublie si il te blesse

Immortals living in present-day Dakar tell the stories of how they came to be.

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A group of Senegalese scientist travel to alternate realities from their lab in Dakar.

The Book of Berber Magic is the story of an intrepid reporter, battling inner demons and the impending threat of the Jihadists, as she sets out across Morocco on the mission of a lifetime to give the Berbers their rightful place in history. The journey begins inside a spirited house in war-torn Casablanca when her boat, destined for Africa, docks to avoid a new plague. A group of researchers work feverishly inside. Their mission is to complete a monumental compendium containing the secret lores of the Berbers. But will time run out? One fateful afternoon, Samira becomes the guardian of The Book. She sets out across the Red Kingdom with two special guides. Fifty years later, her little companion, Sophie, recounts the tale to a young reporter from Le Monde. What happened in those dark days in Morocco? Who was Professor Westermarck, The Witch, and the Dervishes? This is a magical universe, where fact meets fiction, and the past and future collide. Where Morocco, past and present, is brought to life in front of your eyes.

Gustavo de Arístegui Maghreb = Monde : Quel Maghreb pour le deuxième mandat d'Emmanuel Macron ?

Lionheart Tamsir is the protector of Senegal.

Inspiré de fait réel... Je suis une grande lectrice de chronique depuis 10 ans à peu près, j'aime la lecture et surtout les histoires qui paraissent vrai, ou qui le sont, et qui donne envie de poursuivre la lecture. Je respecterai la langue française par la même occasion. Par ailleurs, Voici l'histoire, d'une beauté sans repères, qui fût éprouvé durement et qui fut amené à faire des choix qui pour la plupart ont été contraire à ses principes et valeurs... Venant d'un pays où le confort n'est pas à porté de mains, et, où les femmes ont la facilité par leur charme inégalé, elle s'y résout elle qui a tant à donné... Mais, on sait qu'un cœur blanc, ne mérite que le droit chemin et le bonheur : Mais comment y parviendra-t-elle ? Qui y participera ? et pourquoi ?

Monde : Quel Maghreb pour le deuxième mandat d'Emmanuel Macron

Monde : Quel Maghreb pour le deuxième mandat d'Emmanuel Macron

Two disastrous lounge singers are mistakenly swept into a web of international espionage at a Moroccan hotel, where they encounter two brothers on a mystical quest to free a powerful Djinn-fairy. Together, they must navigate magical dangers, political intrigue, and retro B-movie chaos to determine the fate of the Maghreb-and maybe even save their own reputations.

A group of Senegalese survive a worldwide zombie outbreak in Dakar.

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In Chefchaouen's blue-washed veins, where the Rif Mountains crouch like mourners over a forgotten bier, twin brothers Jamal and Tariq blaze through the haze of their youth-eighteen, faces carved from amber and shadow, beauty sharp as a blade. Jamal spins poetry that hums with the pulse of the living, Tariq runs like a djinn unbound, their futures a golden thread snaking free of hash and ruin. But across the alley, in a house sagging under the weight of its own curses, Zahra-the Hag-watches with a lightless eye, a void that drinks their light and spits back malice. Her world is ash: Youssef, her son, paralyzed and mute in his chair; Fatima, her daughter, a twisted bloom of inbreeding and madness; her husband, a drunk who met the earth too soon. The twins' radiance mocks her decay, and she answers with the Evil Eye-snatching their hair, their clothes, weaving rituals in the Rif's shadowed folds, her envy a noose of blood and pins tightening around their throats. She stalks them, her Darija-laced taunts-"Shnu smiytkoum, a lwlad?"-a venom that unravels their every stride toward redemption. A ritual blinds her mid-tale, but her magic surges, dark and unbound, summoning an eyeless shade from the mountain's heart. The twins wield salt and steel, but Zahra's hate is a tide: Fatima, warped by a mis-swallowed potion, turns feral, clawing Tariq's life away in a frenzy of red before she's caged in an asylum's stone walls. Zahra triumphs, stealing a twin's soul, yet her victory is a pyre-blind, alone, her power a curse that gnaws her hollow. Jamal stumbles on, a wraith in blue streets, his beauty dust, his brother a whisper in the wind, the Rif's silence a shroud over a town that forgets their fall.

A group of Senegalese religious leaders travel Senegal investigating mythical creatures, as well as paranormal and supernatural activities.