R.i.p air france jet landed in salé airport. around the check-in desk, people were waiting to meet their “arriving” or see off their “traveling” relatives with smiles, hugs, flowers or hand waives. the smokys were standing together near the receptionist’s. thirty minutes after the five o’clock plane landed, almost all passengers had le

Too much drinking is too much in trying to look into what it is to a drunkard; i mean an all time drunk drunkard, to lose friends, or to technically have no friends after those presumed friends with whom the subject of this comedy spends a night drinking and smoking until their eyes bleed have prowled about his possessions. why do drunkards drink i

The girl and the beast i came home from the quranic school that fine summer afternoon. i was heading a worn path between the huge palm trees of my country. the wind was shaking the leaves of the trees violently trying to say something i could not understand. holding my slate as i was walking, the sight of a girl entangled in her white long head cov

Crazy thursday morning i was chasing sleep that night. it was unattainable. i spent the first couple of hours of the morning watching a movie on 2m which started at mid-night and lasted for 2 hours. next thing i did was reading a tom wolfe, the bonfire of the vanities, of which i quickly got tired but sleep was still far, far from coming home to me

Morning ride after three straight years of practicing bat-ride in buses, which indeed is long enough an amount of time to make a person, who spends hours a day commuting between an educational establishment and home, become a human of another kind; a human bat. for i believe the bus is a special world, follow me along these lines and get to see wha