Истории Tunisia

They say you can't forget your first love. In fact Rose and Marley dated one year before Rose had to go to college in Paris, and he was her first love. After years apart, they never stopped loving each other, but the circumstances never let them be together again. After five years, like usual Rose came back to her hometown to spend the summer with her beloved ones, but what she ignored, this summer is about to change her life.

Tunisian Harry Styles fanfiction.

What starts as a birthday gift turns into a full-blown international investigation. When Ramzi, Adam, and Harris buy a disco light from a mysterious man on a ferry in Sfax, Tunisia, they think it's just for fun. But the light holds a dark secret - hidden cameras, illegal tracking, and evidence that could topple a global operation. As their innocent school trip spirals into chaos, the boys go undercover with the Tunisian police. Their friend Nourdin? Not who he seems. With the world watching and BBC news broadcasting every move, trust is shattered, loyalties are tested, and silence becomes dangerous. Will they survive long enough to testify? Or will the secrets buried in the ferry's hull sink them first?

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.

Siete delle Ghalizzate?Bene ,perchè qui ci sono molte cose da sapere su di lui.

A poetry book by Mariem jarrahi a young writer from Tunisia . won the first prize for the best novel in Tunisia in 2018 , A blogger , A Radio journalist and a poet. Red is an Exclusive Art work published on Wattpad platform only. All Rights are reserved .

It's my first time that I write about some of the questions in my mind and watching "dark" encouraged me and inspired me more. So, I hope you like it and leave your opinion in a comment.

"My headscarf binds me to you..."