The Inexperienced FBI- Poem

By Mourad EL HANAFI What’s that man looking for… In that long-dried river?! Everyone asks in eagerness…. About the hell that man makes! He is claimed to be crazy…. But for his news, everyone is busy… The man insists on his trick…. When he is labeled as freak…. Two men gave up watching…. And went straight…

That’s Life!- Poem

By Mourad EL HANAFI What a tough life… It’s like a knife… You stabbed by when give… Back to someone as a naive But excuse me I trust my comrade! Oh! how wrong you are, dude! Are they angels you befriend?  I used to think that my friend! That’s why you felt it hardly Yeah,…

A Letter To All Students- Poem

By Mourad EL HANAFI Tifarity High School Classroom 19. Everyday                                      Dear student, Enjoy being a student For someday You’ll cease to be a student Enjoy the weight on your shoulders Enjoy the life you draw with your fingers Feel and enjoy Your seat’s warmth Your classmates’ warmth Your teachers’ warmth For at school,…

Reality vs. Illusion- Anecdote

By Mourad EL HANAFI Once upon a time, a teacher of philosophy asked his students to conduct a very small-scale research experiment to vividly illustrate the difference between illusion and reality. To come up with interesting data, the teacher asked them to provide specific examples. Almost all students rushed to the Internet besides one. The lone student who…

The Innocence of Moroccans

By Mourad EL HANAFI The beholder to Moroccan society may firstly assume that we are modern and fashionable, judging us by the fact that we somehow keep up with the advances in sciences and technology and so on. But the one who stands to scrutinize our society and draw its face as it is, he/she…

When We Take Our Religion For Granted

By Mourad EL HANAFI Lately, I have been coming across some blasphemous postings about Islamic issues on one of my friend’s Facebook account. The postings were opposing the Islamic creed in particular. I thought my friend was playing a tricky game to receive abundant likes…I thought he aimed at brainstorming or triggering the followers to…

The Unforgettable Slap- Short Story

        Mourad EL HANAFI Being a five-year-old child, my family, as any other Moroccan family, sent me to the Jamaa (traditional kindergarten, especially in villages) to learn the Arabic alphabets and some short chapters from the Holly Qur’an before I officially enrolled in “the modern school.” Usually in mornings, my mother would…