Northafrica Stories

MUTE AFRIK ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Are you writer/blogger/fashion designer in the University or yet to enter the University? Do you have passion for designing/painting/drawing/tailoring/writing/ journalism/blogging/makeup/cosmetology but haven't gotten any platform to showcase your talents? or are you someone who wants to learn how to write/blog? Well look no further. MUTE AFRIK is here to solve that problem.

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.

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

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 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.

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

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

"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

This is a poem about the frustrations of being a feminist

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

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.

Poor Mrs. Smith

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

haihai guyss!! here are my north africa countryhuman headcanons! but their in the cold war soo it will be from the 50s - 80s, and also modern HCS (Like appearance and stuffs) sorry if Morocco/ Algeria and Tunisia and Mauritania don't have alot 😅, I don't know alot about them. And I will add on to this so expect more changes to it in the future.

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.