Humble Realizations

Entrance of IPELSHT (Institue Préparatoire aux Études Littéraires et Sciences Humaines de Tunisz) Looking back at the two years I’ve spent in the Preparaotory Literary Institute of Tunis, a tsunami of ambivalent emotions hits me hard and then drowns me in its bottomless depths. The lessons and morals that I’ve learnt from that dark/exhilrating experience will remain as a part of my personality for the rest of my life. The main yard So this blog post is sort of a tribute to that institute and those inside of it. Kenek mel prep wta9ra fel blog, a3ref rani n7ebek ya 5ra. As I mentioned earlier, when I was knee deep in the literary academia, I was kind of blind to what literature really is. All I saw was novels or plays to be critically read and then alayzed and its themes delianeted. Now that I’ve graduated from the said institute, I stopped seeing literary works as such and started rather “feeling” or appreciating them more. And after reflecting on the subject a li...

While the cops were filtering the passengers, the old man sitting next to me started waving at them in a brisk manner.  He threw his right arm up and down, pointing at the boy who shouted before they came in. This gangster clearly had connections with the ones who stole Sister 2’s phone, as he was communicating with them before they committed the crime. I would go as far as assuming that he was the leader of the team because of his later behaviour, and his strutting among his friends after the train arrived at the final station. Therefore, I’m not sure whether the old man tried to call the police to arrest him because of the snatch, or for that hysterical cry he uttered a few minutes before. But it doesn't matter at this point. The old man used to be just another unfrotunate passenger on the wagon, but now he's the center of attention of the gang leader. The boy acted ordinarily, but when he saw the old man trying to communicate with the police, he held his breath ...

“SOMEONE STOLE HER PHONE!" declared Sister 1 from the back of the wagon. The Brother snapped out of his daydreaming and turned around to find his sister frozen in amazement. Without giving it much thought, he stood up and rushed towards the door in hopes to catch the thief. Unfortunately, a large man was standing in the doorway, and when the Brother tried to make his way out of the train, he bumped into him with his shoulder and said, “He’s gone, my friend. It’s impossible for you to catch him, now.” Then with an air of fake sympathy, he added, “What was the brand of the phone, though? Maybe you should contact its seller and do something with the guarantee thing.” The Brother backed off a step or two and looked onto the man. The latter was threateningly glaring at him. After that, he tilted his head to the side to have a glimpse at the thief and found him still casually walking out of the station with the first boy who descended. So he understood that the man wh...

This is a short story about an incident on the train that took a turn to the worse. The Where: TGM line from Sidi Bou Said to Tunis Marine. The When: July 2, 2017. ============================================================= What you’re about to read could be labeled as anything but fiction. It is still green in my mind as it was shocking and has recently happened. Just to warn you: the amount of cringe you will be experiencing through this little piece of writing could reach an unbearable level. So before proceeding, be sure you really want to do this. The whole thing has been pretty nasty from the beginning. As my friend and I were approaching the Sidi Bou Said train station on foot, we heard a muffled train rumble and we couldn’t tell wherefrom it was coming. A few seconds later, the cockpit of the train slowly emerged from behind the turn, and we realized that it was heading to Tunis. Not the other way around.  A fat faceless sunburnt bored-to-death ...

How I lost 10kg in 5 months, and why you can, too. Until a few months ago, everytime I woke up from sleep and contemplated myself in the mirror, I distasted the way I looked. I hated the double chin that was hanging under my jaw. I loathed the roundness of my face resulting from the fluffy cheeks, and most and foremost, I abhorred the hanging belly and the dangling man boobs that bounced off every time I took the shirt off. I had stretch marks all over the place, on by biceps near my shoulder, under my belly, my ass, my thighs, everywhere. It was a mess. I felt hungry and lethargic the whole time. Had no gusto for life and was unmotivated to do anything worth value. Every shirt I wore looked grotesque on me... Long story short, I had never came in terms with the way I look and I hated myself for it. So naturally, I had 0 confidence and was aimlessly existing in this fast-growing world with no purpose or desire. Many people neglect this but what you eat, how you look, and your ...