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