Northafrica Stories

Perhaps growing up Arab comes with humorous moments worth sharing. Genre: Random

Poor Mrs. Smith

Story of five friends graduating from high school on the eve of World War II, and their interwoven lives during the war and post war years.

"If you can't stay alive long enough to hold your treasure, then your treasure is best served in the hands of someone who can. Now where's the damned rum!" - Zora The treasure Zora has been seeking, The Leviathan's Eye, was once the source of power for a colossal beast bent on enslaving all of humanity. Now, The Bahemöth, the demon responsible for creating The Leviathan, seeks the Jewel to resurrect his fallen pet. He will stop at nothing until Zora gives him what he wants. First he infected her dreams, then her waking mind. Now he's sending his followers after her in the human realm; living nightmares. Meanwhile, after just discovering his magic, Tryston has killed with it. Zora sees him as a powerful weapon. Tryston sees only death and destruction. Afraid of what he is capable of, Tryston vows to never use his magic again. But Zora isn't the only one vying for Tryston's golden power. The Leviathan's Eye isn't the only treasure Zora is in jeopardy of losing. In the midst of all the treachery (not even of her own doing) and blood, Zora's rage continues to build...and is turning into something else; something alive. But can she harness this power to defeat her numerous enemies? Not just the ones made of flesh and blood, but of shadows and magic.

All he ever knew could be gone in seconds if not with the blink of an eye as the attack on Jerusalem continued to be destroyed and burned to ashes, just like that fires roamed left and right claiming many in their paths, scream's of agony dressed in pain, the smoke.......... the screams............... the agonies............... suddenly all things went black........................

Do you know it's only in Africa where parents remove their spectacles to hear exactly what you're saying? ~ This will be a sort of diary thingie magie that I can write in. Get ready for rants, some tears (from me not from you lol) and a bit of humour.

Just sharing my henna/mehndi here as well because I'm bored 💕 🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹🥀🌹

Imagine being somewhere you know so well. Suddenly, the lights are turned off and you don't recognize where you are. That's how going back to Cairo for vacation felt for Nour. The thirteen year old has been dreaming for over two years of the moment she goes back home. Thing is, home didn't feel like home anymore. It's true that the building she used to live in was still the same, but its inhabitants were far from being the same. Her best friends were acting in ways she couldn't understand. Out of nowhere, she found herself thrusted in the middle of a jumble of endless problems. Every time she tried to help, things only kept getting out of hand. In the middle of all the chaos, a rhythm she didn't understand was starting to play within her heart. If only it remained within her heart, maybe she would've gotten herself into less trouble. Apparently, summer in Cairo was going to be more adventurous than she ever expected. Highest rankings: #108/1.6K deep #286/2.5K summer #598/5.2K teenromance #196/1.6K young #161/1K Muslim #313/2.1K spiritual #267/2.1K egypt #349/3.8K africa # 9/124 Cairo # 2/12 northafrica

"When I was in rehab, I had myself , my imagination and Tima of course " . . . . . Ilyas Osman , a 17 year old British-Algerian boy who struggles with drug addiction joins a new school after the divorce of his parents ,He starts to attend Ocean crest high ,where he meets Tima Sahraoui Will the two be able to concur the sourness of their high school years together? and will Tima help Ilyas recall his past and find a new happiness?only time will tell. . Note : This is my first original book yipeeee!!! so dont expect much and vote it pleaasee! And fyi this will be a series so stay tuned! Thank you and mwahh

*Not historically accurate, pure fantasy. Written for fun. After years of being dismissed and underestimated, Nour is forced to step into a world of politics and danger as her father suddenly falls ill. Filled with grief and anger, Nour begins to alter her ambitions. The mighty growing empire of Myrakhos threatens to colonize her coastal kingdom; Althara, at its most vulnerable state. The threat seems to lie closer to home - the very blood running through her veins. A cunning, mysterious Serythian trader's son enters her life, offering her secret hints and powerful guidance with his own strings attached. Court intrigue, betrayal, and hidden agendas threaten to fold Nour's life upside down and inside out. She must learn to navigate a kingdom where loyalty is scarce, power is fleeting, and every choice could cost her more than the throne...

It was cold day in early November. The low sun colored the old high school walls with faint yellow. Was it August, the sun would have vapored the decayed paints of those walls. Students however, sat or stood where the low November sun shone. They acted like flies. Was it fall, was it winter, was it spring, was it summer, Fairuz would sit beneath the shades of the old olive tree. The sun did indeed penetrate the cloud of leaves the old olive tree have. However, the invasion was incomplete, as the shade of the leaves, and the scattered sun light turned Fairuz into a cheetah. Fairuz Lakhdar, however, did not care about this two thousand year old conflict. She was listening to Rouh el Hajjala. A jazz band from Ben Arous. She liked their fast rhythm and enjoyed seeing the students at the recess turn into wooden cubes and form a tornado. They became a zarboot . The zarboot soon returned to be a wooden cubes tornado then students leaving the sunny spots. Fairuz pulled the headphone from its soil. The black screen reflected her face as if it was the surface of a pond. A rounded face, a short black hair that almost showed her ears, a rosy skin, and what seemed to be the facial features of a roman statue (two brown galaxies, not two grey voids). She threw the headphone into the depths of her jeans pocket and conducted herself to the classroom. "When would spring come? ˮ She murmured.

December 5, 1961, Dr. Frantz Fanon, a.k.a., Ibrahim Fanon, psychiatrist from Martinique, Algerian revolutionary, author of The Wretched of the Earth, is lying in a hospital bed in room 37 of the National Institute of Health in Bethesda, Maryland, USA. He first went to Moscow for treatment but was told that NIH was the preeminent facility for his type of cancer. He's thirty-six years old. The day of his death on December 6, he's reflecting on what his revolutionary activities have taught him.

When assassination goes wrong, and new regime forms, a renown peaceful country runs into a state of chaos. Old ties reform, new rules arise and friends become enemies.

Maia Faucigny never thought she'd return to the town where her father was brutally murdered twenty years ago. But when she stumbles upon his cryptic research and a series of unsettling emails exchanged with a mysterious "Mr. H," her life takes a dangerous turn. Determined to uncover the truth, Maia finds herself back in her father's hometown, where she unexpectedly crosses paths with Ryo Lee, a troubled celebrity whose life is on hold after a career-shattering scandal, and old acquaintances Kim Haejin and Haru Adachi. Forced into an uneasy alliance, they uncover a powerful enemy manipulating time itself using the Temporal Conduit-a device that threatens to erase Maia's family from history. As they unravel the mystery, they become targets of forces willing to kill to protect their secrets. With the tension escalating, Maia realizes that her father's death was no coincidence and that stopping the deadly plot spanning centuries, could mean saving not only her family's past but also her present and future.

A pokémon region that is based on North African countries (Western Sahara, Algeria, Libya, Morocco, Egypt, and Tunisia). I will be covering/explaining what already existing pokemon live in the region + why, starters, gym leaders, region-exclusive gimmicks, routes, my own fanmade fakemon, the two legendaries, towns, themes, and all that other jazz.

Ang Halford and girlfriend Rita's grandmother Vonnie share stories. Part one of the 'Amongst the Armenians' series. Part two - In Armenia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written for the Mini-saga Duology contest by @WattpadSeries. Word count - 50.

*We would be judging by cover, and the first five chapters . *the book might not be complete but must have up to 5 chapters. And if a short story must have atleast 1000 words. **** There will be a winner from each genre. Amongst these winners, an overall winner will be chosen.

A cursed princess, a widower king with no heir and only one loved princess who fakes it all. Their lives will change when the sisters' aunt will come to the castle with her two daughter and her only son to take the kingdom. Original story don't reuse it, post it or anything. English isn't my first language if there's any grammatical error tell me !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Adam is a "kabyle" boy (Algeria) that wanted to go to Agadir, but accidentally went to tiznit where he met with Dihya, a Soussi girl, with her younger brother, juba, and their step brother, Moha, a lieutenant who all own vast argan Lands it started as a school project, but I made it as a story here. it's my first one, so I hope y'all like it.

This is a poem about the frustrations of being a feminist