The four short stories presented belowfollow a sort of chronological order and mixes stories of a wide spectrum of Maghrebi women’s experiences between the past, the…
By Randa S. Awres.
The Martyrs High School, standing amidst mud and dust a few feet away from a busy construction site, had been beleaguered by a daily nerve-racking clamour since late September. Now it was mid-February. Winter-resident birds on aloof trees sang, unheard. Teachers by…
Par Adlène Mohammedi
Le mot « maghrébin » est un mot intrigant, aussi bien pris comme adjectif que comme substantif. D’un point de vue strictement médiatique, et sans un travail sociologique…
افتح ذراعيك.
قد ظهر فجر اليوم متفاخرا منذ زمن، ولكننا نحب الفترات الصباحية
افتح ذراعيك وتمدد طويلا مثل شخص على وشك القفز من السرير
افتح ذراعيك مثل الطفل الصغير حينما يعبر عن حب جده
Open your arms.The day has pointed its proud nose for a while, but we love sleeping in. Open your arms and stretch out like someone about to jump out of bed.Open your arms as big as children do when they are asked how much they love their grandparents.Open your…
Ouvre les bras.
Le jour a pointé son nez fier depuis un…