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vendredi 21 mai 2010

SIDI AHMED BANNACER HIGH SCHOOL



SHORT STORY2

A SMALL DREAM

She was a little girl called Nina. She was an orphan, and she had never seen her parents. They said that they died in a catastrophic accident. Her dream is to leave in a family. The thing that still remembers is the first day in the orphanage; she was very afraid and she was crying for a long time. Put by the help of other orphans and the headmaster she could pass this difficult period, and she had lived happily with them.When she was fourteen years old, one day, a rich man came to the orphanage and asked to adapt a girl, or least Nani.Firstly, she didn’t want; due to her friends, and her life there, but in the end she accepted. So she went to her new house with the rich man. There was his wife, who is very boastful and selfish. The rich man has also a girl called Safie in the same age as Nani. She was as her mother. When her friend and the rich man arrived, he presents her as the girl of an old friend who died since a long time. So her family accepted her although they didn’t like her. More than that while the father is at home the mother and the girl behaved well with Nani. But when he is out they behaved with her as a maid.Nani and Safie were studying in the same class, and Safie hated the poor girl owing to; she was more excellent than her and that why the father liking her more and more. One day the rich girl stole a very expensive her mother’s ring and she hid it. The woman got Nina and hit her violently, without asking her, until the poor girl fall dawn faintly. But that shame thing is that when the father came they told him that she had thrown from upstairs.The poor girl didn’t say anything because she was so afraid. Other-wise, she didn’t want to crow up problems, in the family. Nani suffered a lot from them until one day, when the woman travelled for work, and she picked up her daughter with her. They had an accident in which the mother died, and the girl became disabled.Nina was sorry about that, and she cried and cried.One day, the father gathered the two girls, and told them the truth, which is that Nina is his daughter too; from his second wife , that mean Nina’s mother died when her daughter born; and the father didn’t bring up his baby because he was afraid from safie’s mother.Because Nina is a kind girl, she forgave her father and her sister Safie, despite what happened to her. And they lived together happily.This is a small event in the world, maybe it doesn’t mean anything to someone but it means a lot of things to Nina who found her real family.
BOUSNINA Naima.

mercredi 19 mai 2010

STUDENTS PRODUCTS 1







Ikram: I like poetry; and I hope that you had been enjoying your self














ESSAY

Laughter is the best medicine
Today, more and more people lead a stressful life. They are worried about many things. Thus, humor and laughter play a crucial role in life. They have a lot of benefits.
On one hand, laughter is very important for our physical health. For example, humor makes our physical health balanced. It boosts immunity and lowers stress hormones. Moreover, laughter decreases pain, relaxes the muscles and also prevents heart disease. In brief, this priceless medicine is fun, free, and easy to use.
On the other hand, laughter has also many mental health benefits. By way of illustration, it makes people feel good, laughter adds joy and zest to life, and it eases anxiety and fear. In addition, laughter protects us from the damaging effect of stress, and also it improves mood and enhances resilience. Clearly, laughter and humor are the best solution of many mental problems.
Also, laughter or humor is so important for our social life, a case in point is, it strengthens relation ships, and it binds people together and increases happiness and intimacy. Furthermore, laughter attracts others to us, and enhances team work, it helps to defuse conflict and also it promotes group bonding. Thus, laughter is a powerful antidote to conflict and all social problems among people.
Finally, laughter is very necessary in our life, it has so many advantages and benefits, and without laughter, people will be bored. Thus, to use it is the best medicine.
KAMAL: I hope that every body benifit from this great medicine

STUDENTS PRODUCTS 2

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SIDI AHMED BANNCER HIGH SCHOOL

WE, IKRAM,IMAN,NAIMA,KAMAL,HAMZA,STUDENTS FROM SIDI AHMED BENNACER HIGH SCHOOL. WE ARE SO GLAD TO CREART THIS WEBSITE IN ORDER TO SHARE WITH YOU THE BEST THAT WE HAVE.


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SHORT STORIES

THE BEGGAERS
By Hamza AZZEDDINE
HAVE
Now I can be relaxed. I have everything, the money, health, wife, children, cars, house, and everything: HAPPINESS.
I live a quiet life, with my family, I have a father: ‘Hajj Hmad, and a mother: Hajja Yamna. I love them very well, and respect them a lot. My mother is fifty two, she is very ill, has pains in her legs. My father is sixty four; he is an old man, and he has a very rich history.
Fati, Sami, and Amine are my kids. The oldest one is Amine, he is eighteen. Sami is the youngest. He is five. And Fati the beautiful girl, she is thirteen, and she is a singer who likes the life. And her wish is visiting United States of America. Now I’m sure that I will realize her wish.
The only thing that gives me the real life is my wife. She is such a beautiful woman; she has a long red-brown hair, and black eyes. Really she is a model. I hope that Fati will take after her; because she is an ideal person who like others a lot.
It’s not easy to live in calmness and everybody loves you. This life doesn’t come for the first time ready made. But, there is story behind this life.
BE
I used to beg. My father and my mother were beggars. It was the job which let us survive. From it we were eating. From it we were wearing. From it I was studying. From it we knew how much the life is really hard. From it I hate the life, and to be alive, and from it I know how much we should work to achieve what we like.
My parents hope to have many children: girls and boys. But the poverty stands in front of their dream. So I’m the only kid that they have. Sadly I lived a hard live. I did not live my childhood, and my adolescence. It’s really hard. No one can feel what I’m feeling. I’m not like the others. I’m different. The faith makes me like that. It’s not a problem of my family.
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“Good morning my little boy. Wake up it’s time for school. Come on my babe, come on…”
The father left. And for a while I woke up. “Hi mom where is my dad?” “He has just gone to his work. As usual, you know baby. “
I went to toilet, I clean my little round face, and I go to have my breakfast. I ate bread, oil, and a cap of tea.
It’s time for school; I bring my schoolbag, which is an old black shopping bag, that my mom gave it to me when I began school. Now I’m in the last year in primary school. I’m a good student in the class, I get good marks in the quizzes and all my teachers love me. But most of students hate me and specially a boy whose father is very rich. My problem with Adam is I’m always getting good marks then him. And that makes him angry and his mom too.
“Tomorrow you will get your final result” the teacher said.
When I came back home, I kissed my mom and I went to my father to help him. Before I left, my mother took off my clothes, and put on others. Which are very old and tear; because, with those tissues, we get money.

Summer is too hot here in Zagora, and the winter is too cold. We have just two seasons: summer and winter.
It’s June, many people travel to somewhere which is cool, due to the weather; June in Zagora is too much hot. The temperature could be 45°c or more. But the strange thing is that many people of many cities come to Zagora either Moroccan or not. They come for one reason: dunes bath.
So for my family all the year we have work; sometimes with local people, and sometimes with strange one.
here is my father, everyone knows him, and knows his place.
I stayed next to him and I put my head in his legs. I did like a baby with his mother.
“Please sir…help us…we are poor people…..I don’t have no money to feed my family ….my daughters……my sons……..my wife… I don’t have any money to afford their needs. Please… sir… look! to this poor…. little boy, he is so hungry and he is like his brothers and …sisters, please sir…. the God will give you more and more money……l”. “Look madam, this poor boy ….he has nothing to eat….he cannot study like others….he cannot play like others…..he cannot………..he cannot……….” My father was saying.
These stanzas were being repeated times and times and times. It’s fall of lies. I do not have any brothers any sisters. I study...And I play with kids and…and….
These lies are for getting some Dirham. If you are poor family like us you could do like us it’s the one way to get some money, that’s only if you have a dead heart, but if not you will do and search for a job to help yourself and you’re family.
Today is another day in the hell. Our life is better if it’d be stopped. Because we, poor families, are (a shame in the societies, without us, countries can be developed, without us countries can have the best levels at international development result, but, we aren’t the source of problem because we didn’t choose this situation. )
It’s 12:45 pm and it’s time to go home and have dinner in order to comeback to school.
When I arrived home I did not find my mother there perhaps went to work in a house us usual.
I prepared dinner myself and I wash my clothes myself, and I do most of things that should parent do, myself!
Tomorrow we are going to have the global exam of second year of baccalaureate, I studied a lot and I prepared for this exam very well. But no one can hesitate what would be given to us tomorrow.
When I had passed the exam I went swimming with some friends of mine in the river. It was a unforgettable day.
The day after; I was sleeping when my father came toward me very sad. He woke up me, and told me that I has failed in the exam. This news came to me like a lightning.
During my life I had an optimistic vision, since I know that one day we will passé this hard situation by my studies, but it is the opposite now.
Suddenly me father was laughing with a higher voices and told me :” I was joking! You passed the exam and with very good mark!”
When my father told me that I was so happy and my self-confidence has get more and more strength…
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Now I can continue my study everywhere I want, because a coin purse is given to me since of I’m the best student in morocco for that year.

I went to engineer school, I studied there for five years, it was hard to get your diplomat; but I was allowed to take everything I want due to my right of using my (fr:bourse). From this money I was sending some of them to my parents because I do know our bad situation. By the way I requested from my parents to help begging because they are older and begging isn’t a thing accepting by society.
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After years and years, I’m now a successful engineer, I built a house, I bought a car, I got married, I went with my parents to ELHAJ, and I have all the needs of life. But the good things I do have is that I have thought that life isn’t easy and everyone who wants to be a successful one he or she should work and work hard and harder.
I do believe that we are all the same: men, women, youth, old person, babies, poor people or rich one, Moroccan, American, Somali, Russian… due to one thing; is we will have died by future. And I thanks God for that, because the death is the only thing that make us similar.
Hamza AZZEDDINE.