Subscribe to my blog! Sophia, Zahra et Kenza mes 3 soeurs mes vidas. Mohamed mon hlel, mon hob. Sahra la lopsa du quartier. Yanis mon frère mon meilleur mon sang. Moussa mon fraté mon fou.

A sense of calm had set in, there was a lot of excitement in the air, but the frenzy that usually grips the surroundings was surprisingly missing. There was silent whispers, hush hush talk all around, and I was still trying to figure out what it was all about. For a moment I thought it was one of those spiritual gurus who had set foot on campus ; so much reverence in the eyes of everybody around.

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