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CREATI E
Lycée qualifiant Youssef ben Tachfine
2014– 2015
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The Story of my Name
"My name is Karima. It's also one of the positive adjectives to
describe people’s personality. Karima is an Arabic name which
means « generous ». It's a lovely name. I like it very much. It
was my grandmother who gave me that name because she loved
it. My mom also loved my name because it was not popular
in the town where I was born. There are many famous people
who have the same name as I am.. Karima Skali is one of them.
She is a great Moroccan singer. That is the story behind my
name."
Karima Ngou
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Mom
Souk : Oh, my God ! I’m so tired and exhausted ! I’ve been cleaning all the day..
all the week… all the month… all the year !! I’ve been cleaning nonstop all my
life !!!What a life ! I’mjust fed up with cleaning ( She throws the broom) Well, I
need to have some rest !! ( switches TV on and starts watching) yes yes yes …
my favorite show. I totally forgot about it !
( talking to her daughter) hey, you ! What are you doing there standing like
that?
Fatima : ( texting someone on her phone) I’m just looking through the window
!
Souk : OK, OK go on go on ( watching TV) Hey you come on ! No No No it’s …
pass the ball !
Fatima : Mom, there’s a man out there !
Souk : ( watching TV) So what ? Is that a problem ?
Fatima : No, but he’s trying to open your car !
Souk : What ? go go
Fatima : he’s opening the door of your car !
Souk : What are you saying ? yes go go you stupid !
Fatima : He’s taking the CD player of your car !!
Soukaina : No, no ! you stupid
Fatima : He’s putting in it in his bag !
Souk : What are you talking about ? Don’t you see I’m watching football !
Fatima : Well, I’m just telling you about your car.
Soukaina : It’s OK . You are getting worried about nothing
Fatima : ( Screamin) Mom !
Souka : What ?
Fatima : He’s starting your car !
Souka : Who is ?
Fatima : Him !
Souk : Who ?
Fatima : He’s driving away your car !
Soukaina : ( moves towards Fatima) Why didn’t you tell me , you stupid
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Fatima : I told you , I was telling you and I’m telling you now, but you weren’t
listening !
Souk : Get out of my face, you stupid girl ! ( throws a shoe at Fatima but she
breaks TV)
Fatima : Oh, my God ! you broke the TV ! He’s gonna kill you !
Souk : Oh ! it’s gonna be the last day in my life ! He’s gonna kill me ! ( addressing
the audience) Good bye !
Fatima : He’s coming ! Get ready !!!
Kenza enters on stage
Kenza : Hi sweetheart ! Is there anything to eat ? I’m so hungry ! I’m starving !
Soukaina : Oh yeah, I’ve cooked a delicious TV.. ah I mean a delicious tagine
for you.
Kenza : Oh great ! Now let me relax a bit and watch the news on TV.
Fatima / Soukaina: No, no..
Fatima : Let’s go too the dinning room. The TV is ready… I mean the football is
ready.. no I mean the fish tagine is ready !
Kenza : Hey what’s wrong with both you ? Are you OK ? ( She pushes both of
them and saw the broken TV) Oh, my God ! Oh, my TV ! Oh, my boken TV !
( addressing both of them) Who broke my TV ? Tell me !
Soukaina/Fatima : ( Terrified) Not me ! Not me !
Kenza : What does that mean ? Not me not me !!!!! Who broke my TV ? Tell
me ! You don’t want to tell me. It’s OK. ( calming down and smiling) Actually,
this is not a big deal. I was thinking of buying a new smart FULL HD TV.
Fatima : Oh, really ? I’m gonna play a lot of games on the new TV. Thanks
mom.
Kenza : What do you mean « thanks mom » ?
Soukaina : Well, darling. It was me who broke the Tgaine.. I mean the TV.
Kenza : Oh really ! that’s perfect ! ( becoming mad again) I’m gonna KILL You,
you stupid woman !
Fatima : Ohn please dad ! Stop it ! She broke the TV because she ….
( Soukaina interrupts Fatima)
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Soukaina : I broke the Tagine .. I mean I boke the TV because … It was just an
accident.. in fact, I’m pregnant !
Kenza : What ? pregnant ?
Soukaina: Not really!
Kenza: What do you mean?
Soukaina : Well, I just want to make you laugh a little.
Kenza : Make me laugh ! Well, but me too I’m gonna make you cry a lot !
Come here you stupid woman !!!
Fatima : You need to explain to him.
Soukaina : Ok ; I’ll explain . You know I was just watching my favorite team
playing against Barca.
Fatima : and they lost ! Messi scored two goals !
Soukaina : Who told you ?
Fatima : My boyfriend texted me.
Soukaina/ Kenza : What !
Fatima : I mean my best girlfriend.
Kenza : I’m gonna kill both of you !
Soukaina : I broke the TV because someone stole my car and I was so angry. !
Kenza : Do YOU have a car ?
Fatima : She means our family car.
Kenza : What does that mean ?
Soukaina : I mean your car, darling.
Kenza : What ? My TV is broken and my car is stolen !!! I’m gonna kill both of
you !( beating his wife)
Fatima : ( calling 911) Please, is this 911 ? We have a fight here. Where ? at
Zalagh hotel. Please come quickly. What ? with which hand he is beating her ?
Is that a question ? stop it! He’s beating her with the right hand.. noo with the
left hand. With both hands Now, he’s kicking her ! Come quick ! He’s gonna kill
my mom !
End.
Fatima Elgouid,
Kenza Elkodesi
Soukaina Elouzzani
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A Sad Memory
There are lots of important and memorable events in my life. But the drowning
of my cousin was the most important and painful event I will never
forget. I still remember the time when that tragedy occurred. It was in the
summer of 2011 and I was 11 years old then. It was a hot and sunny day,
so my brother, cousins and I decided to go to the beach. We picked up our
stuff and went to the beach. On our way to the beach, we were playing music,
dancing and teasing each other. When we got there, we played lots of
games like football, Frisbee and volleyball. We had lot of fun. After lunch we
all went swimming except my cousin Brahim. He decided to go surfing, instead.
But he wasn’t good at swimming. That’s why my brother refused to
give him his surfing board. So, he asked me for mine. He knew that I
wouldn’t say no! He took my surfing board and went straight to the waves.
After a while we heard some screaming and saw people running. From
afar I could see a young boy lying down but I couldn't see his face. There
was a crowd of people standing and looking at the boy lying on the sand. I
asked a girl who that boy was and what was happening. She said "They
found him drowning!" At that moment, l thought about Brahim and ran toward
my brother and cousins to ask about him. But no one knew where he
was .My brother call home to ask about him but the answer was «he is not
here». I was afraid to tell him that he had gone swimming and given him
my surfing board. But at the same time I was worried about him; so I told
my brother what happened and what I did . When he heard that he ran to
the ambulance and asked the doctor about the drowning boy. Fortunately, it
wasn't Brahim. I was relieved and so happy. Yet, I felt sad and worried. After
a while i saw Brahim walking toward us. Actually, he met a girl. Instead
of going surfing he was walking hand in hand with that girl along the
beach! I always think to myself: that girlfriend saved my cousin from
drowning!
Fatima Lagouid
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The Magic Potion
One day, I was with my friend who used to love making potions. There was a
corner in her room where she made all her experiments. She had a desk,
some tubes, bottles and many chemical substances on it. She used to call
that corner her laboratory ! she created a potion that she named the
shrinking potion. I did not actually believe that it would work. So I took it with
me home and I drank it. I felt just fine . After a few minutes, I began to
shrink ! I did not believe what was happening to me. I was screaming and
shouting for help. But, no one could hear me. After a while ; I heard a big
noise. That was my mom’s steps. I just could believe i t was a dinosaur, but it
was her. She almost smashed me with her huge shoes ; But I saved myself
climbing up her leg. But it was really hard. As soon as I got closer to her ear,
I shouted as loudly as I could calling her name. And because she couldn’t
hear me I started pulling her hair as had as I could. But my foot slipped and
I got inside her ear. I knew I was going to get lost in that hair Amazon jungle
It was so hairy and looked like a jungle ! It was so filthy and gross ! I knew
I was going to get lost there. So I decided to look for an exit. I didn’t want to
spend the rest of my life in that horrible jungle. While trying to find an exit, I
met a gigantic bug. Its legs were four or five times my length. I was scared
to death. It started to move towards me ! It didn’t seem to have any eyes. All
I could remember seeing was a huge mouth with hundreds of sharp teeth. I
was screaming harder and harder as it was getting closer to me. I had no
doubt it was going to crush me with his teeth ! I kept screaming with all my
might but no one could hear me ! I thought that was it. I was going to die ! I
screamed again so hard and loudly that I woke up to find myself lying on
bed sweating all over ! It was just a horrible dream !
Soumia Boussaa
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Some Boys
Hate girls
Love soccer
Sleep late
Also never arrive on time
Love watching action movies
Always
Go swimming,
Surfing
Flirting with girls on the beach
They often wear
disgusting perfumes
They’re so lazy
They cheat in exams
They chat with girls all night long
They’re very messy
Love boring colors
Never cook a meal,
But, they enjoy being bossy
Giving orders to their sisters…
Anyway… they’re boys after all !
Fatima Bahmou
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YOU
You are my life
You are my light
You are the moon in the darkest night
In everything black you are the white
When I lose my way, you are the door,
You are the gate
In the middle of noise, you are the quiet
You give me anything I want
You are the one who I trust
I’m always wrong, you’re always right
You asked me why and you shout!
When I do make a mistake or when I fight
You taught me how to forget and how to forget
How I look at the future
And forget the past
When I hurry up, you tell me to wait
To fix my shirt, shoes or skirt
You’re the one who knows my habit
You’re the one who calls me “my rabbit”
I love you mom and I know you love me too.
Soukaina ElOUAzzani
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HUNGER
Alone, alone
In the dark alone
Everytime, I wish I could fly
High above the sky
Highe with the satrs
Streets are my home
Thoough I’m only ten years.. Ten years
Violent is all my life
Hunger has become a friend
All the time I’m dreaming
But my dreams have never come true
All the time I pray to have a new life
Oh my God, give another chance to live!
Siham Doumani
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Beauty
Every girl keeps trying her best to look like her favorite model who has
the perfect skin , the perfect eyes, the perfect nose, the perfect smile..
and the perfect body. But I don’t think beauty is all about that. Every girl,
to my mind, should believe in herself, have more confidence in herself
and more importantly accept who she is. Because noone is ugly. Girls
may put on all sorts of make-up and look nice. But, beauty is not simply
about superficial looks ! Beautiful people are not necessarily good, but
good people are certainly beautiful. In my opinion, the real beauty comes
from the heart. The real beauty is expressed through our sincere actions
when we help people who are in need, listen to and feel their pains and
troubles and make them happy. Genuine beauty may be just a smile from
the haert that makes people forget for a while some of their suffereings
and think there are still other people who care about them.
I know there are times when we harm people. Sometimes we mean it,
some others, we cause harm by accident. But, one thing I’m sure about
is that in every black heart there’s a white side and vice versa. So, all we
need to do is look for the goodness inside our hearts and the hearts of
people around us. That’s the way to make people glow with happiness.
Because that glow comes from inside and is true. We should never try to
look like others. Lrt’s be ourselves and do good as much as we can and
that is the true meaning of beauty.
Soumia Boussa
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My Hero
In this article I will be talking about a teenager girl like me, but not quite like me ! .. She is a girl so
special, so strong, so unique that many consider a hero and a model to follow .
Of course, everyone of us must have a hero. And our heros could be women, men or children who lived
in the past or are still living with us in the present. They could also be real as well as characters from
stories we read or movies we watched.
Me, too.. I have a hero and my hero is neither Superman nor Superwoman, neither a man nor a woman..
neither from a fiction book nor from a Hollywood movie… My hero is a teenager girl who has become a
worldwide celebrity because of her strong activism.. she has become famous all over the world because
she has been constantly fighting for women’ s rights and particularly girls’ rights to education.
Malala is my hero and I have no doubt she is a hero for a lot of girls around the world.
Let me start by a short biography of my hero. Malala Youssafzai was born on July 12th, 1997 in Swat
Valley, Pakistan. Malala was raised in a home that strongly values education. Actually, her father is a
poet ,a teacher and an education activist who used to run a number of schools in Swat valley. But the
Talibans, a group of extremists, were not happy about girls going to schools ! So they decided to ban
girls education in Swat valley! In fact, they destroyed many all-girl schools! Malala was, of course, not
happy with what the Talibans did ! Because Malala was an ambitious student and for her education was
EVERYTHING.. So she decided to do something . In 2009, she started a blog where she wrote about life
under the Taliban rule. She described the fear and the terror she was experiencing while attending
school. In that blog which she wrote for the BBC, she was expressing her opinions about girls’ right to
education. Thanks to her blog, the world began to know about the difficult situation of school girls in
Swat valley. She was a brave girl and continued to fight for girls right to education with a lot of determination
and commitment. She gave interviews on TV, on the radio and newpapers talking about girls right
to education and women’s rights, in general.
But Malala’s voice was very disturbing for the Talibans. On 9 October 2012, Malala Yousafzai was shot in
the head and neck by aTaliban gunman while returning home on a school bus ! They wanted to silence
her ! But, they failed ! Her voice was much stronger and louder than their bullets ! Malala didn’t die ! You
know why ? Because she has a strong will and determination. Because she is a brave and daring girl.
And probably, because she has a strong skull, too ;-)
Today, Malala Yousafzai is still fighting for girls’ rights to education in spite of the threats of Taliban. Her
love for education is much stronger than any fear and that’s why I admire and consider her my hero.
And because of that and other qualities she was awarded the National Youth Peace Prize in 2011 and in
2014 the Nobel Prize for Peace.
Thank you Malala for being an inspiring and brave fighter for the girls’rights to eduaction.
Hafida Elhariti
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Access
Access is the best thing that happened in my life
Access is the key that opened new doors in my life
Access is a school where every Sunday I learn new information
Access is also fun and a lot of action
Access is my home
Access is my friends
Access is a relation that never ends
Access is an amazing experience
Access gave me more confidence
Access is a precious gift
English is also a precious gift
English is more than a language. It is light
And our future with English will be bright
Yassine Abehri
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To you my best friends
Everyone thinks that being best friends
Means having fun and playing games
What they don’t know is
Friendship is a mix of laughter and fights,
Smiles and too much love
My friends are true friends
Not just passers- by
They’re always on the standby
When you’re low, they make you feel high
I can’t think of more perfect friends
To share with my dreams and plans
My joys and my fears
I don’t know if they can tell
Just how much they mean to me
And how proud they’ve always made me
We have stood the test of time
And with them I hope to stay till the end of time.
Latifa Elmazzagui
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Hunger
I’m so hungry I didn’t eat all the day
Not a morsel of bread, not a drop of water
My mind is so dry
Everyday my friends die
I wanna live like a bird
And fly above the sky
Eat whatever I want
And as much as I can
I don’t wanna die
Where in this world is mercy?
Cruelty is all I can see!
Humans I also see
But, no humanity!
I’m a victim of hunger and poverty
Why doesn’t anyone care about me?
Why doesn’t anyone help me?
Can you answer me?”
Soukaina & Soumaia
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Writing for Everyone
I closed my eyes
Wanted to sleep
Without forgetting
Our memories
And the sky was blue
It’s been raining
And there's nothing to do
I shall never watch my face
With my desires an ddreams
I have no hope, no tears
A bitter sweet memory
With that promise and hope
In your eyes
All I see is water
No more laughter
No more singing
Make them better than before
Words I cannot say
Silenced my voice
Give me a chance
It’s time to wake up
Under a new sun
And after this day
Nothing will be the same
I want just to write
In my booknote
To express the pain I feel
But I haven’t found the pen!
HAFIDA EL HARITI
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My Family
You are the gate to success
You are the pen that draws smiles on our faces
You are the wind that blows the blues away
Friends and family that’s what we were, that’s what we are
And that’s what we shall forever and ever be
Love is what we share
When life gets dark
And family brings back its colors, moments I can’t forget
Friends I can’t let go of
It’s hard to let go
But I’ll never let go
I love you all
With you I learned the meaning of life
I love you all
Naima MRABIT
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