Little Ahmed and Alaa practising at home

Ahmed practising

Alaa preparing for the show

Ahmed preparing the homework

Alaa playing a song for Ahmed

Ahmed practising. This is his second month with cello

Nice to see kids growing

Alaa Performing in Nabel Cultural Center

Alaa, my second son, paricipating in amateur competition.

He came second and won a nice prize.

He has learnt violin only for 2 years.

(Mahdia -2009)

IRIS performing 'Ballade Nostalgique'

IRIS performing Bouchneq

IRIS interpreting SPAIN

My House Is My Home...

The front of the house- the right side

Eid-2009- the sheep in front of the house

The front of the house- Eid 2009

The front Door. Welcome!

Inside. The hall

Planted them and saw them growing

Green is soul-soothing

Under the lime trees... What a sensation!

Gratifying to plant a tree and see it growing

The feel of it props up your sensations

The little garden is my vital space

Photos to stop time

My wife with her mum enjoying a walk

Mountains around give you the sensation of being in a warm nest

With the dim light behind, you feel you are in the womb of nature

After mountain walk, rest and refreshment are needed

My son, my wife, my mother in-law and myself

My wife, my mother in-law, my son and myself

My wife with her mother

Memories

That's where I got thrashed by the meddeb 

when I failed to learn the Koran by heart

That's where I learned literacy and numeracy 

and graduated to join university 

and fly with my own wings

Ain Draham, a neglected paradise...

Soul-soothing constellation of colours

White, the colour of peace and purity

Blend of green and white

Houses with red tiles resisting time

When you are born to see only green, 

your heart is obviously impervious 

to black and bleak

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Ain Draham, a paradise tainted

I bear nobody a grudge

But just let your eyes judge…

Why should this area be a mesh

For the Kroumirs  and a hush?

 

Splendor stained, joy flouted, freedom choked

Into a big burial ground Ain Draham was faked.

Beggars and tramps  with the dirty cops patrol,

All atone to ruin space and the Kroumirs’ body and soul 

(Written August,15th- 2009 after I witnessed what the generous inhabitants of this Garden of Eden suffer and what the dirty decision-makers and scrounging sneakers are inflicting to them daily)