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"The man stood up and gave me the warmest handshake of my life. I was completely confused. For a moment, I thought he had mistaken me for someone else.

Then he said, “It’s such an honor to meet one of Si Mouloud’s grandchildren. My family owes him so much—we owe him our lives.”

I was really taken aback. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. He continued talking, and I listened, wide-eyed, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Here’s the story he told me:

Back in the early days of the Algerian revolution, his grandfather, Sidali Laouar, was a musician. But not just any musician—he was a member of the resistance. A very handsome man and a gifted oud player, he performed alongside his wife, Lalla Deedee, a singer with a voice so moving it was said to bring people to tears. The fact that they were stunning must have helped too.

Together, they were a beloved musical duo. Their talent opened many doors—including those of the enemy. They often performed at hotels and events attended by French officials. Their popularity became their cover. While entertaining guests, they secretly gathered information. Through coded lyrics in their songs, they passed intelligence to the armed resistance. Their role was crucial in several key operations.

But how does my grandfather fit into all this?

After eighteen months of working as messengers, the authorities caught on. The French police had discovered their secret and were planning to execute them. Sidali and Deedee who were used to the lavish life of entertainers, became fugitives overnight.

One desperate night, they knocked on Grandpa Mouloud’s door. They told him everything. He was terrified—rightfully so. Helping them could mean death. But he couldn’t turn them away.

He let them hide under the stairs in his home. The big house was one of those old style houses with a courtyard in the middle. He tucked them behind some furniture, he fed them, and kept them hidden. The risk was enormous. Any one of the nearby families could have been interrogated. And the French police were not known for their mercy.

A few days later, the police came knocking. They wanted to search the house.

Grandpa was so terrified that his body temperature spiked. He turned red. He was sweating and shaking uncontrollably—he looked severely ill. Grandma Sousou acted fast. She told the officers he was gravely sick, possibly contagious. That scared them off. They backed away and left without searching.

He had saved the musical duo’s lives. She had saved their family’s lives… "

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Text: Grandpa Mouloud

Nobody knew that Grandpa Mouloud was a Moudjahid. Well, maybe Grandma Sousou knew, but if she did, she took that secret to the grave. None of her children had any idea, not even my mother, who was the eldest and the most trusted of them all, always by her parents' side. She was her mother’s confident and her father’s right hand,andeven she didn’t know.

But you know what they say: the truth always comes out and this time, it happened in the most unexpected way.

Let me tell you how it all unfolded.

Two summers ago, I went to Turkey for a much-needed vacation. It had been a rough couple of years. The shop had gone under, and we had to rebuild everything from scratch. We went back to the drawing board, searching for a new idea. I had to call in every favor, reach out to everyone I knew, no matter how distant the connection. I worked 80-hour weeks, 100-hour weeks even, for months on end. It was exhausting. Thankfully, it all paid off. By summer, things were finally looking up, so I decided to treat myself to a vacation. I needed to clear my head.

Anyway, back to the story.

I was having lunch at a restaurant in Bodrum when I overheard someone at the table next to mine speaking Dardja, with the very distinct accent of my tiny village. I couldn’t help myself, I turned around and said hello. We all laughed at the coincidence and fell into the usual Algerian routine of: “Do you know so-and-so?” “Oh yeah, I know so-and-so.”

Then I mentioned my grandfather’s name.

Their jaws dropped. It was like they had seen a ghost.

One of them stood up and gave me the warmest handshake I’ve ever received in my life. I just stood there, completely confused. “What is this about?” I thought…

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Text: Holiday Plans

Amina: Hey Lamia! Long time no see. What are you up to these days?

Lamia: Oh, hey Amina! Not much, just trying to survive this crazy week at work. I can’t wait for the holidays. I’m going on vacation to Constantine. I’m super excited about that. I can’t wait to walk over the bridges and under them, and to really take in this medieval city. What about you? Got any plans lined up?

Amina: Well… not really. I’ve been thinking about taking a trip too, but I keep going back and forth.

Leo: Why? You always talk about wanting to explore the country a bit more. Where were you thinking of going?

Amina: My cousin invited me to visit her in Bejaia, but I don’t know… it feels like a big hassle. Flights, packing, expenses—it all adds up.

Lamia: Come on, don’t talk yourself out of it already! When was the last time you actually took a real vacation?

Amina: Hmm… I guess about six years ago. But things are different now. I’ve got so much on my plate.

Lamia: You always say that! You need to take a breather. If you keep burning the candle at both ends, you’ll crash.

Amina: I know, you’re right. I just feel guilty when I take time off.

Lamia: Guilty? For what? Everyone needs to recharge their batteries. You’ve been running non-stop for years.

Amina: Maybe. I thought about staying home, catching up on some reading, or cleaning up the apartment.

Lamia: Cleaning up the apartment? That doesn’t sound like much of a holiday!

Amina: Yeah, I guess you’re right. But I’m not sure I want to deal with airports and crowds either.

Lamia: Fair enough. What if you just take a short trip somewhere nearby? Get out of town for a couple of days, nothing fancy.

Amina: Hmm, that might actually work. Maybe I could drive down to the lake. I haven’t been there in ages.

Lamia: There you go! Just pack light and hit the road. You don’t have to go far to get a change of scenery.

Amina: You make it sound so easy. Maybe I’ll give it a shot.

Lamia: That’s the spirit! Don’t overthink it. Sometimes the best trips are the ones you don’t plan too much for.

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Text: A Beautiful Present

You know those moments when someone does something so thoughtful that it changes you a little bit? Well, that happened to me not long ago. A friend of mine gave me a present — a print of Monet’s Sunrise. And here’s the funny thing — it wasn’t my birthday, it wasn’t a holiday, not even a “thank you” kind of gift. It was just because I had mentioned it once, in passing, during a random conversation. It completely took me by surprise and it truly made my day.

When I unwrapped it, I was honestly speechless. It felt like the world slowed down for a second. I couldn’t believe that she had remembered that tiny detail — something I had said without giving it much thought. But she did remember. And she went out of her way to find it for me. That’s what blew me away.

I’ve always loved that painting — the soft colors, the calm sea, the way the light dances across the water. It’s the kind of image that reminds me to breathe, to slow down, to just be. And now, every time I look at it, I think not only of Monet’s genius but also of my friend’s kindness. It’s hanging in my living room, catching the morning light just right.

The truth is, that gift was worth more than a thousand expensive things. It wasn’t about the price tag; it was about the thought behind it. It showed me that someone was really listening. In a world where everyone’s always rushing, scrolling, and half-paying attention, that means the world.

That painting taught me something — that the smallest gestures can make the biggest impact. It reminded me to pay attention to what people say, to hold on to those little details that reveal who they are. Because sometimes, that’s how we show love — not with grand gestures, but with quiet, unexpected acts of care that go straight to the heart.

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Text: Emotional Regulation

Today, I want to talk to you about something we all deal with, but don’t always notice: emotional regulation. That’s just a fancy way of saying how we manage our feelings, especially the difficult ones like anger, frustration, or sadness.

Let me start with a story.

Last week, I was in line at the town hall. I had to get a birth certificate for the nth time in my life. That was already a bad start. It was late, the line was long, I wasn’t sure I would get to the window before closing time, the croud was loud and rude and I had two tired kids with me. One of them started asking to play with my phone, over and over, and of course I said no. She began crying loudly, and I felt my own frustration rising. I could feel the heat in my face, my heart beating faster. My first instinct was to snap: “Stop it right now!”

But in that moment, I paused. I took a slow breath. I reminded myself, “She’s not trying to ruin my day. She’s just tired and disappointed.” By slowing down my reaction, I stayed calm. Eventually, she calmed down too. That’s emotional regulation in action.

So how do we practice it in everyday life?

One simple metgod is naming the emotion. If you feel angry, say to yourself, “I’m angry right now.” It sounds simple, but it actually helps your brain shift from reacting to thinking.

Another technique is pausing before reacting. Imagine you get a negative comment from a co-worker. Instead of sending a sharp reply, take a moment. Breathe. Even stepping away for two minutes can change how you respond.

A third tool is reframing the situation. Let’s say you’re stuck in traffic and you’re late. Instead of focusing on how unfair it is, you might think, “This gives me time to listen to my favorite podcast.” The problem doesn’t disappear, but the stress lessens.

The truth is, emotional regulation doesn’t mean ignoring feelings. It means accepting them and choosing what to do next. Feelings are signals, not orders. Anger, sadness, frustration—they’re information. And once you learn to manage them, you gain more control over your actions, your relationships, and even your happiness.

So next time you feel your emotions rising, try to pause, name the feeling, and choose your response. It’s not easy, but like any skill, the more you practice, the stronger you get.

Thanks for listening.

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"Text: Fad Diets

I’ve been experimenting with different ways to lose weight, and honestly, it’s been a mix of progress and setbacks. I started with strict diets—low carb, intermittent fasting, even counting every calorie. Each one worked for a little while, but they were hard to stick to. The moment life got busy or stressful, I’d slip back into old habits. It felt like I was always starting over.

Exercise has been another trial-and-error process. I joined a gym, tried group classes, even invested in some equipment at home. At first, I was motivated, but the enthusiasm didn’t always last. Sometimes the workouts felt too intense, other times I just couldn’t stay consistent. Still, I’ve noticed that even light movement—like walking every day or stretching—makes me feel better, so I’m trying to build on that.

I’ve also looked into healthier cooking. Swapping fried foods for baked versions, adding more vegetables, and paying attention to portion sizes has been manageable. It’s not perfect, but small adjustments seem easier to maintain than big, dramatic changes.

One thing I’ve realized is that losing weight isn’t just about discipline; it’s about finding something sustainable. I don’t want to be on another plan that I drop after a month. I want habits that fit into my life without making me miserable. That’s the real challenge—balancing health with everyday reality.

So no, I don’t have it all figured out. I still make mistakes, and progress feels slow. But I’m learning what works for me. Step by step, I’m building routines I can actually keep. And maybe that’s the point: not perfection, but consistency. Consistency is key."

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Text: Follow Through

Today we’re talking about something that almost everyone struggles with: how to follow through with your plans.

We’ve all been there—you set a goal, you feel excited, you start strong… and then a week later, your motivation is gone. The gym shoes are back in the closet, the project is half-finished, and you’re left wondering, “Why can’t I just stick with it?”

The good news? Following through isn’t about having more willpower. It’s about building the right systems. I have six tips to share with you. Let’s dive in.

Tip No 1: Know Your “Why”

Before you start any plan, ask yourself: Why does this matter to me? If your “why” is weak—like “I should do this because other people expect it”—you’ll quit the first time it gets tough. But if your “why” is strong—For example: “I want to feel healthier so I can run around with my kids”—you’ll push through, even when motivation dips.

Tip No 2: Start Small

Big plans feel exciting, but they can also feel overwhelming. Want to write a book? Start with 15 minutes a day. Want to get fit? Begin with one workout a week, not seven. Small steps create momentum—and momentum keeps you moving.

Tip No 3: Create Time Anchors

Here’s a powerful trick: connect your new plan to something you already do. For example: “After I make my morning coffee, I’ll spend 20 minutes on my project.” Your brain loves routines, so anchoring your new habit makes it harder to skip.

Tip No 4: Plan for Roadblocks

Life happens. You’ll get tired, busy, or distracted. Instead of hoping for perfect conditions, plan for the obstacles. Miss your morning workout? Do a 10-minute walk at lunch. Didn’t write today? Jot down a quick outline before bed. Flexibility beats perfection every time.

Tip No 5: Stay Accountable

We’re more likely to quit on ourselves than on someone else. That’s why accountability is so powerful. Tell a friend about your plan. Join a group. Even post your progress online. When others are watching, you’ll feel more committed to showing up.

Tip No 6: Celebrate the Small Wins

Don’t wait until the big goal is complete to celebrate. Finished your first draft? That’s a win. Showed up three times this week? That’s a win. Celebrating progress keeps the journey enjoyable—and that’s what makes it sustainable.

So here’s the takeaway: following through isn’t about being perfect. It’s about staying consistent, even when things don’t go exactly as planned. Know your “why,” start small, anchor your habits, expect setbacks, stay accountable, and celebrate the progress.

Remember: consistency beats intensity. It’s not about doing everything at once—it’s about showing up, again and again and again and again.

That’s it for today. If this gave you a boost, share it with someone who’s chasing their own goals.

I’ll see you next time. Until then, keep moving forward—one step at a time."

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Text: The Substitute Teacher

"The classroom buzzed like a beehive. Desks screeched across the floor, students shouted to/at each other, someone at the back was playing music on their phone and there was even a ball being passed around.

Mr. Boumaza took a deep breath and stepped inside. He was holding the name list the front office had handed him. It was his first day as a substitute teacher.

“Good morning, class,” he said, trying to sound calm.

No one listened.

A paper airplane sailed past his head and landed on the whiteboard.

He cleared his throat and said louder. “Alright, everyone, please take your seats.”

A few students glanced up. One boy in the front smirked and said, “You’re not our real teacher. We don’t have to listen to you. Who are you even?”

Laughter spread across the room.

Mr. Boumaza walked to the front, erased the board, and wrote in large letters: “You don’t know me but I bet I know your father.”He turned around, smiled, and said, “I’m not here to be your real teacher. I’m here to make sure you don’t burn the place down while she’s gone. Deal?”

Some students exchanged looks. The music stopped.

He read the first name on the list. “Djamila Belaid.”

Nobody looked up. Nobody said a word.

“Belaid? Is your father the dentist or is he the one who has a superette?”

A boy yelled “He’s the superette guy.” and burst out laughing. Djamila turned to him with a frown.

“What about you? What’s your name?” asked the teacher pointing at the boy who had just spoken.

Djamila answered promptly “His name is Bilel Zacharia” and made a face at him.

“Zacharia? Isn’t your family from Blida?”

Correct again.

“I bet you’ll never know who I am.” A tall boy said defiantly.

“You look like a Benbrit. Your uncles were even taller than you but you might get there some day.”

The teacher had now the interest and the attention of the class. He told a few jokes. They laughed.

“Okay, we’re not here only to joke around, we’re here to learn a thing or two about science. So let’s start.”

The students were more willing to listen this time. Mr. Boumaza handed out the day’s assignment, surprised to feel a small sense of control return. He smiled to himself. Maybe it won’t be such a disaster after all."

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