sehmmoum

31/12/2025

The beach was yellow sand, but at the water's edge a rubble of shell and algae took its
place. Fiddler crabs bubbled and sputtered in their holes in the sand, and in the shallows
little lobsters popped in and out of their tiny homes in the rubble and sand. The sea
bottom was rich with crawling and swimming and growing things. The brown algae
waved in the gentle currents and the green eel grass swayed and little sea horses clung to
its stems. Spotted botete, the poison fish, lay on the bottom in the eel-grass beds, and the
bright-coloured swimming crabs scampered over them.

31/12/2025

And the newcomers, particularly the beggars from the front of the church who were great
experts in financial analysis, looked quickly at Juana's old blue skirt, saw the tears in her
shawl, appraised the green ribbon on her braids, read the age of Kino's blanket and the
thousand washings of his clothes, and set them down as poverty people and went along to
see what kind of drama might develop. The four beggars in front of the church knew
everything in the town.They were students of the expressions of young women as they
went into confession, and they saw them as they came out and read the nature of the sin.
They knew every little scandal and some very big crimes. They slept at their posts in the
shadow of the church so that no one crept in for consolation without their knowledge.
And they knew the doctor. They knew his ignorance, his cruelty, his avarice, his
appetites, his sins. They knew his clumsy abortions and the little brown pennies he gave
sparingly for alms. They had seen his corpses go into the church. And, since early Mass
was over and business was slow, they followed the procession, these endless searchers
after perfect knowledge of their fellow men, to see what the fat lazy doctor would do
about an indigent baby with a scorpion bite.

Send a message to learn more

04/12/2025

03/08/2025

proverb verse
Once you trod a new lane
Do not try to truck me down
If looking for a smile
why would you rake a frown

leave no stone unturned
Even if you beat around the bush
I see it in your eyes
Repentance is a blessing

But, ripped leaves hod no water
Do you recall last summer
when I told you
It takes you to tango
like an injured lark
I never wanted you to go
And dipped my hand in the brooks that flow

when I asked for a change of scenery
you kept barking up the wrong tree
Instead of a dove, you grasped a flea
we can have a blast
if you have tapped at the rim of trust
But once you hit the road
And poured that load
In the deepest sea
we shall never tango in the same arena
Nor listen to the same melody
@ sihem cherif

23/04/2025

shunning my body

I am fond of shunning my body
Deep down
As if I were a young girl
Humming around the butterfly
Far away from people
Far from being fake
On the blanket of nature
I dream of another planet
The orchards of bluebells are in my heart
We are under the spell of the earth
When we are wading
in serenity
And writing is one of our dreams
Yee, the "I " who is lodging in myself
Maybe the world means nothing to you
But you are part of it
And he is part of you
You are he
He is you
The heart is playing the melody of pertinence
When just one rose in the bosom takes hold of you
You become all the roses
Nature witnesses the way the leaves
Swirl for breeze
How does the bird hide
How does the bird sing
And does the bird fly
My farm is the most wonderful place in the world
I know all its nooks and corners
I became rich with wisdom
I become rich with words
The ground pampered by my fingers
felt rejoiced
There, over a wonderful pine forest
I sprinkle incense on its trunks
And a holy fragrance seizes me
And then I move from the plain to the hill
from the hill to the plain
I climb creeks and mountains
Our land is fertile
springs .... brooks .... fields
The sky
Our trees are loaded with fruit
It went tough and dry when our folks moved away
But in my mind, it remains blossoming
prosperous and serene
The soul of my day has flown away from everything
But it is still with us
Man is a universe in itself
The universe is life, where life and beings
Got immersed
With the colours of birds
with butterflies
And you, God, you have tailored it to a suitable robe
so that we can water what could bring us mirth
so that our robe would swirl
Ah, Go,d that is your creation
And colours have a mesmeric tune in my heart
A mesmerising tune
@ Hasna sulleiman

16/04/2025

📚 “Many times, I’ve been called the most banned. And many times, my books are banned by people who never read two sentences. I feel sorry for the young person who never gets to read.” – Dr. Maya Angelou

Dr. Maya Angelou’s literary works have long been a shining light during times of darkness — offering generations a path toward self-love, justice, and truth. And yet, today, her acclaimed memoir I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings is among 381 recently removed from the U.S. Naval Academy’s library.

To ban her words is to silence a singular voice and deny all people access to literature that helps shape identity, compassion, and understanding.

We stand firmly in support of literary freedom. In the spirit of Dr. Angelou’s legacy, we encourage you to:

📖 Read and share her work.
🗣️ Speak out to your local representatives and school boards.
🤝 Gather your community for conversation and critical engagement.
💡 Support organizations working to protect diverse stories and inclusive education.

This Saturday, April 12th, a public reading of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings will occur at Annapolis City Dock at 9:00 am ET. If you’re in the area, join the community in lifting your voice and honoring the stories that shape us all.

Let’s ensure that Dr. Angelou’s voice and the voices of many others continue to rise.