Story 1: I, People and Animals
I am lonely. Alone without anyone. May be it is strange, but this is what I feel now. Iam an honest man. I don' t like lies and I don' t like people who lie. Certain times, I wonder if I am the only one who feels like that. I think that I should live alone in a distant land, just with animals.
I love to live with animals, not because they are of a lower rank of men, but because they don't lie. Animals are instinctive. They like people who respect them without exceeding certain red lines of their survival and intimacy. I know that what I say is for some a kind of green slogans. Any way, I feel released from all people' s criticism. Some people are always behind you, they don' t stop cheating you whenever you go or what ever you do. It is a shame. These people should be kept in the big desert of Africa. I am always amased why those people could not critisize themselves. They do nothing in this life, but just seeing other people. Someone with a brown hair sitting in a café says ,'' Well, whose that man ? Why is he going into this direction ? He is in a hurry, isn' t he ? Another man in the café replies,''I know him, he is a paysant. He is going to his garden to take some fruit to his guests who come from from very far away. I don' t know where ! !

After some gossip in the café these two men after spending three hours speaking about other people' s affairs go back home with empty mind and hands.I myself don' t like those people who spend their life doing nothing fruitful to themselves nor to their surroudings.

May be I am crasy or I will be in the near future. I discover that I am alone in this big world. No one understands me, may be I speak another language that just the animals know it.

This language is a mistery for all the people of this world. When I am near animals I feel that I am in my environment. No animal will critisize you or have remarks against you. All are devoted to live peacefully, that' s why all the people like to go to the zoo to admire animals, but they don' t like to do like animals.So to do like animals or not is the question.

Story 2: A Sleepless Night

I remember clearly that mysterious night. Although I rarely remember something from the past. May be I am also strange like my story.
In our town Ouled Djellal, we always drink coffee. I don't know why, but what I know is that we don't drink tea by tradition. Tea is drunk in special occasions like weddings. So it is added to coffee as another drink.
One day, my friend invited me to his wedding. I usually drink coffee and since I used to it there would be no problem when sleeping. One of my best friends gave me a cup of tea. I told him that I don't like it but he insisted. I took the cup and I hesitated for a long time. Later I decided to drink it. At that time I discovered a new taste that was strange and exotic. When I finished it I was ashamed to ask for another one. Courageous as I am, I took another cup and may be another one, but I did not remember if I had taken three or four full cups. I fell in love in tea. Although it was not normal, but for me it is like that.
At eleven I went back home. I was asleep, but my eyes were open and I could hardly shut them. I have this good taste of tea in my mouth. After a short time, I realized that sleeping is gone.
At last I decided to count the stars that were glittering. In the morning, after a sleepless night I decided not to drink tea for ever.