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Homage

There are a few people who I have been disgraceful to lately and I did not give them a proper thanks. I think I can be unthankful sometimes, but, this doesn’t mean I don’t care about people. Usually, I thank people the moment they do something good for me and in many times I just postpone doing that, because, I feel some people deserve something more than just a thank you. But, the real problem is that I always think it in my head and never do it, at least I don’t remember the last time I did it, and I always stop at the limit of an idea.

When I was in high school I remember that one of my goals back then was to pay tribute to my parents, I just knew that I had to do so, but, never knew how or what would be the thing which I have to pay them with.

Mr. Hansen one of my previous students once told me about a book he read Five Languages of Love” He said each one of us has his own love language. Some prefer to have gifts, something material and that’s how they can feel cherished and loved. Some others prefer time; they would like you to spend time with them, to bond with them, and that’s how they feel treasured and loved. I don’t remember the other two love languages. But, I remember the last one which is words of affirmation such as “great job” well done” or just “thank you”. I believe that my love language is words of affirmation; I mean I like it very much when people thank me for something I did, or tell me that I did a good work. I feel motivated, valued, and loved.

I guess that probably comes from my mother’s side, because, whenever I try to thank her for something she did for me, she always gets angry and says “never say that, it’s my job, my duty” which is the same thing I think about when people tell me that I did a good job or thank me for something, I mean I don’t get angry, on the contrary, I feel happy, but also, I feel as if it was my duty or just something that needed to be done. And, Sometimes I get a feeling of dissatisfaction about the “good job” that I supposedly did. Probably, because, I think that there is more to be done, anyways, it’s confusing. And, maybe this is why I get lost in the idea of thanking other people, because, I think it too much.

Recently, I have participated in a project with the Tunisian association “Association Théâtre -forum-Tunisie” I was a performer in a play we were making for the public. And, the main objectives of this project were, on the one hand, to introduce the public to the techniques of “théâtre forum”, “théâtre image”, and theater of the oppressed in general. On the other hand, to raise the public awareness about the elections and their right to practice citizenship as well as to explain why they need to take part in politics, and particularly, in the upcoming local elections.

I really had the most ravishing experience ever. I met with many people that now I am friends with and I had an amazing learning, travelling, and acting experience. So, without think it too much, I hope that this post on my blog would eventually be my ultimate way of paying tribute to all my friend participants in this project, my friend Wessleti Hedi for the opportunity, Mr. Abidi Mohamed and Mrs. Shelly Saida for the training, guidance and teaching about theater f the oppressed and its techniques as well as the opportunity to discover something new about myself and also to discover many places in Tunisia I would never have the chance to explore before.

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Spreading the Scent

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#WeekendCoffeeshare

If we were having coffee, here and now, we would be having a two-black homemade coffee, with little drops of distilled blossom water in it. Because, you wouldn’t resist the scent or resent the taste, it’s my kind of coffee for an after noon little chat. The place would be somewhere in the old city, somewhere nice and intimate, somewhere that would be our perpetual spot.

If we were having coffee, here and now, we would sink into each other’s eyes, and laugh after our long prolonged stare. We wouldn’t stop until one of us declares ” OK,  let’s stopped right there”. Then, we would start to talk about work and how your boss still treats you like a dork. I would laugh and you would threaten to walk. “I know how much you love your work” So, I grab your hand and beg you not to walk, and  promise to listen without my teasing talk.

 

Northern Tunis Prepares For Three Days Of Art – Tunisialive

Tunis is to stage a three day arts’ festival, pulling together artists from all over the country and the world. Starting tomorrow, the Chouftouhonna festival draws together a wide range of artistic disciplines ranging from photography, music and movie screenings to workshops on how attendees can create unique works of their own. The festival, …

Source: Northern Tunis Prepares For Three Days Of Art – Tunisialive

Tunisian students wave Swastika during their baccalaureate sports celebrations

The sports celebrations has become an annual festivity and an important event that dominates our high schools at the end  of each year. A celebration, in which , every high school  strives for prominence through making the best (Dakhla) show. But, does waving a Nazi swastika make a good show, especially  if your high school is in Djerba, Tunisia, where a large number of Jews are supposed to be your neighbors.

 Actually, this is not the first time that such a thing occur. Last year too, the same action took place in another high school  with Hitler’s portrait and the event took a large public controversy on social media.  This irresponsible actions do not only questions the poor judgment and the poor knowledge of the 20th century history of our  high school students ,whom after passing the baccalaureate exams are going  to graduate and attend college next year, but also, raise the question of how much our Ministry of education, teachers, and school staff are supervising our kids in schools.

Personally , I hate the celebration not only because it can lead to such a reckless actions, but also, because the baccalaureate sports are essentially an exam and a test in the first place that is supposed to reflect the students commitment, physical fitness, and discipline. However, at the same time I do sympathize with our high school students and their striving for competition, because, I believe that they are unconsciously repressed. Actually, the use of swastika or Hitler’s portrait depicts not only what is going on in the heads of our teenagers and their approach to what is happening in their country of bloodshed, terror, and hostility. But also, it is associated with Daesh (Islamic State) and what is going on world-wide. Moreover, I think that Hitler’s portrait or the notion of swastika does indeed reflect  the lack of supervision, monitoring , and the sense of an idol among our future college boys.

Honestly, I do blame the Ministry of education for not only allowing such an appropriate celebration during an exam. But also, for misplacing our students energy and distracting their focus. In addition, I wonder why there is no real sports or cultural events and activities that take place between the high schools where students can turn their energy into something better and more targeted.

When I was in high school such activities were very rare and sometimes never happens. Indeed,  we didn’t even have clubs or any cultural activities. I remember that I had taken a drawing class as an option in my last year before graduation to learn a thing or two about art and painting techniques, and of course ,because, I wanted to avoid our 3rd language class.

To conclude, I believe such actions will occur again until we take a look into the social and psychological reasons that led to such a behavior that, though, took place last year and witnessed a massive critics on social media and television, they re-occur again with more gravity especially if you are attacking your neighbor.

 

Hand full of nothing

It has been a while since i wrote something on my blog. it is not that i can’t find a topic to talk about anymore,but because i am getting into a routine that i can’t get myself out of it.

I am currently unemployed, it has been 5 months, I hate all my laziness and boredom and doing nothing. well i am only unemployed for 5 months and I just hate myself. it’s only five months, what if i have 2 or 4 years of unemployment. how is it going to be like? super crazy. unfortunately, this is what you get here in Tunisia after you graduate, you go home,you stay , wait… wait a little more … come back tomorrow… next day?! and here it goes 5 months and nothing happens. the Government,you said ! well yeah still have more problems than unemployment…. revolution against indignity, unemployment, and corruption is twisted by knives and killed by association. an echo of a revolution that is mitigating  day by day  as the voices of the world  are getting louder and louder.

Getting a job is a mirage or perhaps a privilege, fighting terrorism must have a clear public strategy. half measures will not stop the killing or those crazy Jihadists. an educational system won’t change much or be cured if you only change time tables or the schedule of the exams.

I did not write for a while not because i can’t find a topic as you may see, but, because there are too many I guess. Our country is having plenty of public discussions every week, everyday, and every hour. Discussions that , sometimes, seem too real to be true, too mixed up to understand.

 

A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)

Last Sunday ,we went to Kesra ,which is a city in west-central Tunisia situated on the northern edge of Tunisia. I know that the prompt asks only for one picture, but, here they are…

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A set of a magnificent interrelated mountainous that pleases the eye.

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We went there to deliver some help to the very needy people of this town as part of our duty. Honestly I was shocked by the rawness of the place. I am in no position to say with any confidence why the people of kesra or many other inner Tunisia towns won’t take any interest in politics, culture, or education. But, I can see good reasons to do so.

November 23; The Tunisian Presidential Election

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As a member in the Tunisian Association for the Integrity of Elections and Democracy ( ATIDE) I will be a witness for the Presidential Elections that take place the 23 of November. This national and non-governmental organization has been there in the two previous parliamentary elections as a significant association that has watched and observed the Electoral process. As a part of this organization I am very glad to have and enjoy such an experience for it is and will remain one of the uplifting recollections.

Although tomorrow I am going to choose one of the delegates to be my president for the next five years- and this is the question that is making me write this post- I wonder what would make a 22 years old man like myself would choose one of this delegates ? what would make me choose one of them who are very old and creepy ? those who have been manipulating us the people and youth! we made a revolution so that youth could be empowered and  speak his mind and have a saying in his future, however, one of the delegates is over eighty, scientifically he has nothing to give right ? how is he going to deal with all what this country and people are hoping for? My work with this organization is a voluntary work  and as a part of the civil society , there is a saying that says” there is nothing stronger than a voluntary heart “. I am part of many others that though we have been overridden by politics, manipulation, and twisted speeches I still have to wear my badge tomorrow and be there in the voting center so that I may not be guilty in the eyes of the next generations .

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First Interview Experience; AIESEC Nabel

My interview with AIESEC on September 26 was my first interview ever ! Maybe I had an idea about how to prepare yourself for an interview,but it was only theoretically. I was not even really prepared for the interview. The day I was on my way to Nabel Local committee all my way , that faint voice that sticks to your head, was suffocating me with dozens of questions and thoughts about what I am going to say. What if I would be asked or how I am going to answer any question. Thoughts, like who I am going to meet a man or a girl, how they would be like, what kind of people they are going to be. All those rumbling thoughts where torturing me from the moment I woke up that morning on September 26 to the moment I meet  those 2 boys and a girl at the entry to the Local committee-the place where I am supposed to set for my interview with AIESEC Nabel. I was supposed to be there on 14:30 pm, whereas I was there around 13:10 pm I reckon. Well, here don’t get the impression that I am someone who is very accurate in time, but, because I was really confused, and I was struggling with my conformable zone, I was there very early.

My interview was going good until the question of try to sell me anything from the room like a purse, a wallet, or anything else. All, you have to do was to try to convince my interviewer to buy it. This question was not my type, because I am not at all a buying or selling figure or in the domain of business. I was confused, and got disturbed. My second mistake was funny,but also it was a bad mistake for a starter like myself. The mistake was that I forgot the name of my interviewer,which now I remember. Although, I had made  those mistakes I was accepted to be invited to the welcoming day and that was very exciting for me. AIESEC is a very crucial opportunity for me in this particular time of my life, an opportunity  that would affect my future on a big scale.

 

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Truth serum for the man on the chair

The Daily prompt: Truth Serum

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

Now that I am into possession of this truth serum, I am afraid I am going to need a larger container! For the number of people who I will give it to is big, like huge, enormously huge…!

Most of the persons that I would like to choose won’t dare to bear such an experiment for I am from Tunisia and a revolution has taken place, after more than three years of giving and taking , of a few  dead bodies, of  people who wake up from their narrow-minded silence, of the murdering and assassination, of men of two faces  that are now trying to make their way back to lovely sweet chair.

You fine candidates of your time,

Running for your presidential office,

like running to your humping beds

You fine orators of your time

Good in looking wise, and wise in saying lies

You fine delegates of your time

dare you taste this vial of blurred serum?

that it will make your homeland men at ease.

or maybe you will be afraid that this truth serum will twist

your untruth you spoken and drive you away from the four-legged chair.