noura bougarne
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As an author on Vocal Media, I hope to share my passion for writing with a wider audience. I can't wait to introduce you to my stories and poems, and to take you on unforgettable literary journeys.
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The Enchanted Kingdom of Morocco: A Journey Through Time and Space
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Sands The sun, like an incandescent globe of fire, was about to plunge into the Atlantic Ocean, draping the sky in a palette of flamboyant colors. On the endless dunes of the Sahara, the wind whispered ancestral tales, stories of lost caravans and hidden treasures. In the heart of this grandiose landscape, a young woman named Yasmine stood, her eyes filled with wonder gazing at the distant horizon.
By noura bougarne2 years ago in History
The Secret of the Ancient Clock
In a small picturesque village nestled between the mountains and a dense forest, there was an antique shop run by the enigmatic Mr. Dufresne. His shop was filled with ancient treasures, each with a fascinating story. Among them, an old clock stood out. Covered in dust and adorned with intricate patterns, it seemed to belong to another era.
By noura bougarne2 years ago in History
taught me a child
One day I was struck by a kind of depression, I did not know the real reason behind it, as I live, thank God, in the midst of a middle-class family and work in what can be described as good conditions. However, I began to feel sadness, anxiety, and tension lately. I no longer handled things well, which made many people slightly annoyed with me. I searched a lot for solutions to get me out of this state, and I found several solutions and pieces of advice... Among them was talking to a close person, filling the void. Indeed, I thought about filling my void with something beneficial. I thought about visiting family and strengthening family ties, as they prolong life and increase blessings. Indeed, at the end of the week, I paid a surprise morning visit to a member of my family; he was happy. He lives in the same city but in another simple, popular neighborhood. The last time I saw him was 9 years ago, before he got married. He is now married and a father of a girl about seven years old and a little boy not yet five years old. The family welcomed me very much. Despite their simplicity, I felt very comfortable with them. I found generosity, humility, and warmth in their reception. The wife prepared breakfast and placed the tray on the mat. Then she went to call her daughter. As for the little boy, he was sitting next to his father, and what caught my attention a lot was the child's joy. He started spinning around the tray happily and actively, repeating incessantly the phrase "Little things create happiness at home". I didn't know where he got this phrase from, but he kept repeating it innocently and happily. I said to myself, perhaps he always does this, as he is a child, and children naturally love food.
By noura bougarne2 years ago in Motivation
