Northafrica Stories

"Some people have complimented saying my tales have the beat of the Moroccan Gnawa. I think they were just being nice; because with the passage of time, I have become convinced it was the evileye that captured me." 1999, Morocco, term abroad design study for me, an American college student. Wanted to get into the culture... but the culture got into me. New Mexico native, inspired by the landscape and Ansel Adams, Georgia O'Keeffe, JB Jackson, I tell my own story, having been heavily influenced by Lord Byron, HG Wells, Algernon Blackwood and Rod Serling. I call this work: landscape stories. They are low fantasy.

*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...

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

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.

This is a poem about the frustrations of being a feminist

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.

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........................

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 !!

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.

She, Leila, a sunny young girl, dreams of participating in the Olympic Games since her early childhood. He, Mehdi, darker with a tumultuous past, seeks to flourish. They will find their way through taekwondo.

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.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 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.

Nada slowly falls down to the ground, miles away from the fight landing in a forest. The glow around her settles down and the symbols on her face and body fade away. She feels the power in her calm down. Nada sighs, she feels tired and is in shock of what just went down. Ever since she discovered that she had these abilities she felt like there was more to her story Ofcourse what are the odds that a normal girl from Chicago possessed the same kind of tribal powers as the natives from the Atlas Mountains. But this? This was far bigger than she could've ever imagined... In this story we follow Nada, a girl from Chicago that just found out her birth parents are from North Africa. together with her best friend Nyx she explores her heritage and finds new and unexpected friends. hoping to find answers about her past she uncovers a whole new world.

The fight for North Africa has just begun between the Allies and Axis. Will the Allies force Axis out of North Africa? I made this short story about a tank crew, just to get some training before i start making longer stories. Critism wanted. Also im aware that my english is not the best.

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.

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"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

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