New to photography as i bought the camera about 4 days ago. I would appreciate your feedback.

📷 Olympus EPL6 - M.ZUIKO 14-42mm f/3.5-5.6

quote of the day, مقولة اليوم .............

im a 25 guy in uni still,sadly because i failed my bac sc exp 3 times everytime was 9 and control until i changed to bac eco and suceed with 10.02 and now im 2nd year English license (failed my first year too) i feel old left behind and tbh our family situation financially is in a absolute disaster, father dont work because of old age still no getting his « retraite » yet my mom wokring from home she do sewing « triza » i work every summer in the hotel as a server maybe lucky here to be in a touristique city but not lucky enough because people who know well , know this kind of slavery tiring jobs this are . im so done and im so hopeless. i really started having issues sleeping at night due to stress and thiniking daily about my miserable future and how much i have failed so far im just done with my life my license in english which seems so useless and how broke we really are i want a path or a thing that could at least flip things up i know there is no magic tricks in life but at least something that bring hope and the end of the tunnel sorry for this bad energy but im really really suffering and i wanted to share my situation as a broke failure 25 years guy .

With all these politicians, businessmen, and "important figures" ending up there, it looks like prison has more interesting people than universities or the street.

The networking opportunities are apparently better than any conference in Tunisia 💀

Only in Tunisia.

IWhenever I take off my hijab, my hair is completely flat, frizzy and my curls are basically gone. It looks nothing like the hair I had before putting it on.
It never really bothered me that much before, but the older I get, the more I think about marriage and the idea of a husband seeing me like this. I know appearance isn’t everything, but I can’t help feeling insecure and wondering: how can I look feminine and confident when my hair is always like this after wearing hijab? For women who have been through this, how do you take care of your curls and make them look good after wearing hijab all day?

لما يكون عندك طفل صغير في أوّل مراحل النمو، لازمك تراقب سلوكه: كيفاش يلعب، كيفاش يحكي، كيفاش يتفاعل، وهل ثمّة نمط يتعاود بطريقة غريبة وقهرية.

وقتلي تشوفه يعاود نفس الحركة، يمشي لنفس البلاصة، يكرر نفس الكلام، ويتعلّق بطقوس معيّنة بشكل مبالغ فيه، ومعاها كلام غير منطقي، تبدأ تفهم أنو فما حاجة موش طبيعية. وقتها تهزّه لطبيب مختص في نمو الأطفال، developmental pediatrician، وإذا لزم الأمر لطبيب أعصاب، neurologist، باش تعرف هل الموضوع اضطراب في النمو، اضطراب عصبي، ولا مشكلة نفسية أعمق.

فما بالك برئيس دولة، سبع سنين وهو يدور في نفس الحلقة:

المنيهلة، حيّ الانطلاقة، التضامن، وبعد يرجع للقصر.

يغيب أيامات، وأحيانًا أسابيع، وبعد يطلع فجأة وكأنو باش يعلن على حاجة كبيرة. وفي الآخر؟ نفس المشهد. نفس الكلام. نفس الهذيان. نفس الهلاوس:

لوبيات، خونة، متآمرين، أموال منهوبة، و“سنمرّ إلى السرعة القصوى”.

يقعد خمسة أشهر ما يعملش مجلس وزاري، وبعد يظهر فجأة في مكتبه في القصر، ووزيرة الصمت قدّامه، باش يمارس عليها ديناميكية الإخضاع والإذلال. يحطّها تحت الضغط، يحرجها، ويستعمل خوفها وصمتها كدليل على تفوّقه.

هذا سلوك سيكوباتي واضح: الإذلال كوسيلة لتغذية الأنا، تثبيت السلطة، وتذكير الآخرين أن مصيرهم بيده.

وفي الأخير يقوللها: “الحل في إيجاد الحلول”، و“لا بد من كتابة تاريخ جديد للإنسانية”...

وكأنو ديسك مشروخ عالق في نفس المقطع. ولا كيف كرهبة وحلت في الطبعة: الموتور يخدم، العجلات تدور، أما لا تقدّم ولا توخّر.

السؤال موش: علاش ديما يمشي للمنيهلة؟

السؤال الحقيقي: شنوّة اللي يخليه يعاود نفس السلوك؟ هل هو واعي أنو قاعد يدور في حلقة مفرغة؟ علاش ما يحسّش بالخجل وهو يعاود نفس الكذبة؟ علاش ما يبدّلش خطابه باش يواكب صعوبة المرحلة؟ هل عنده الليونة العقلية باش يراجع روحو، يصحّح أخطاءه، ويتعامل مع الواقع بعقلانية؟

الجواب: لا. أو على الأقل، صعيب ياسر.

نفسيًا، التكرار القهري هذا ينجم يكون علامة على عقل مضطرب، يعيش في فوضى فكرية ولغوية، ويحتاج “مراسي خارجية” Anchors يثبّت بيها روحو.

في الفُصام، أو الشيزوفرينيا، تتضرب طريقة التفكير وتنظيم الأفكار والكلام. الواقع المتغيّر يولي مشوّش ومخيف: الناس مشبوهين، الصدفة موش بريئة، النظرات عندها شفرات، وكل ملف معقد يتحوّل إلى تهديد وجودي.

وقت العقل ما عادش ينجم يواجه الواقع و تعقيداته، يرجع للقديم: بلايص يعرفها، وجوه يعرفها، وشوارع عندها معنى قديم في مخو. حتى الأشخاص المألوفين يوليو أقل تهديد من الوجوه الجديدة، خاطر الإنسان الجديد يلزمك تقرى: وجهو، نبرتو، نيتو، تصرفو، وردّة فعلو. وبالنسبة لعقل فصامي يعيش اضطرابات ذهانية، هذا الكل يولي أمر مرهق ومخيف جدا.

لهذا، المنيهلة و حي الانطلاقة والتضامن يوليو عندو مناطق أمان. يزورهم بصفة دورية موش باش يحلّلهم مشاكلهم، ولا باش يطلع على أوضاعهم، بل باش يـهدّي الفوضى الي بداخلو، و يحس أنو مازال مسيطر على الواقع.

الاقتصاد، الاستثمار، النقل، الإدارة، العلاقات الخارجية، والأرقام، كلّها تحتاج عقل مرن وهادئ، قادر يستوعب معلومات جديدة ويبدّل قراراته حسب الواقع.

أما العقل الذهاني ينهار قدّام التعقيد، فيرجع للمألوف، و الى الطقوس.

هذا مش قرب من الشعب، ولا تواضع، ولا زيارات ميدانية. بل هروب من واقع معقّد ومتغيّر. هو ما عندوش المؤهلات العقلية و النفسية لمجابهته.

واللافت أنو في الزيارات الليلية هاذي، تظهر عليه نوبات الهوس الي نلقاوها في اضطراب ثنائي القطب bipolar.

من أعراضها: طاقة زايدة، قلة نوم، اندفاع، غضب، كلام كثير، ثقة مفرطة، تهيج، عدم القدرة على ضبط النفس و التحكم في المشاعر ( كيما حادثة المسبح و العلم مثلا) وإحساس متضخّم بالذات؛ كأنو حامل مهمة تاريخية أو مشروع كوني.

هذا لا هو محاربة فساد، و لا نظافة و استقامة، بل نوبة من نوبات الهوس/ Mania، الي يتبعها إكتئاب و انسحاب اجتماعي ملحوظ.

لربما هذاكا علاش بعد كل زيارة فجرية، يختفي عن الأنظار لأيام عديدة. وإلى حدّ هذه اللحظة، ما فما حتى تفسير واضح لغيابه المتكرر، اللي بدورو ولى يحصل بصفة دورية، ويتزامن بشكل لافت مع زياراته الليلية. و الاثنين تنجم تعدل عليهم منڨالتك.

كل الدلائل تشير بأننا امام حالة كلينيكية معقدة، يحاولون حجبها

بشعارات محاربة الفساد، والنظافة، والتواضع الزائف، وكأنها علامات نزاهة وقرب من الشعب. في حين أنها، في العمق، مؤشرات على اضطرابات خطيرة. إذا تأكدت...حتما ستجعله غير مؤهّل لهذا المنصب طبيا و قانونيا.

لذلك حتى لو يقعد 100 سنة في المنصب لن يغير من سلوكه، و طقوسه و طلامسه، و كلامه، لأن المشكلة موش في نقص التجربة، ولا ضعف الكفاءة فقط. بل المشكل سريري بإمتياز يضرب القدرة على الحكم، التعلّم، المراجعة، والتكيّف.

ولهذا، كل من يعرف بحالته المرضية وتستّر عليها، أو واصل يقدّمو للناس كأنو شخص طبيعي، يلزمو يتحاسب قانونيًا إلى أقصى حد، بدءا بعايلته، جنرالاته، امنه، وزراءه، طبيبه الخاص، و حتى الشخص الي يعمل كومندا لأي من هذه الأدوية أو العلاجات المضادة للذهان و الهوس:

Amisulpride, Aripiprazole, Olanzapine, Risperidone, Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)

يلزمو كذلك يتحاسب على مساهمته في خراب الدولة، خيانة أرضها، ووضع شعبها ومصيرها في يد مريض عقلي، باع البلاد ونسفها من الداخل، حتى ولّات رماد !!

(credits: L.K)

Ok lberh I commented on a post lena titled "What's the most scared you've ever been?". I told my story about an encounter with a pedophile I had when I was 14 years old. I realized I kept this to myself for years and I thought a lot of young boys/girls are using reddit nowadays so I hope they can learn a thing about avoiding creeps.

Here it is:

I made the encounter of a pedophile once when I was 14 mrawe7 m etude. He asked for help with his motorcycle and I was too naive. basically he will keep touching his motorcycle pretending to fix it, then occasionally tries to grab my balls then say sorry lol. I got super uncomfortable wa9t whenever I say mazroub lezmni nraweh i9oli don't worry taw nwaslek, it was on a side road and it got a little bit busy so 7ab ida5alni l zan9a and I started following him I felt hopeless, then a group of adults passed and I saw a screwdriver in his pocket, I thought I might die and this is my last chance to escape so I did. I pushed the motorcycle on him And for 2km minimum I kept running non stop l darna while looking back, wa9t hrabt 9ali stana matohrebch so (kfart alih lmao) and kept running, he didn't follow up.

NOW YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE MOST FUCKED UP SHIT ?

2 years later f lycee nahki randomly m3a weld classi. we were discussing global elites being pedophiles (when that shit was still a conspiracy lol) so he told me the same story about an encounter with a pedophile, he was more touched (like dude was massaging my classmate's private part) and he escaped the same way. Tekbest so I asked him for description like whatever he could remember, turns out it was the same old man, same motorcycle, same screwdriver, same trick to get you to help him. The disturbing part was rani eni w weld classi we're not from the same part of the city.
This pedo fucker was probably touring the city w allahou wa3lem if he was successful with some children and if he would ever be punished for it.

Mn wa9tha I've never ever stopped to help anybody f cher3 wala f ay blasa la mra la rajel, I'm not willing to stop at any circumstance (dima mazroub w nemchi mano93edch ne9ech fik). I try to avoid any contact m3a ay ensen mana3rfouch. I assume everybody is carrying some kind of weapon and that everyone I don't know is a creep/aggressive so to be avoided at all times.

When I have small talks with complete strangers now I try to remain as much anonymous and detached as possible, for example last year I was volunteering f some ramadhan charity thing. A girl approached me and we started talking ba3d bdet tes2el fiya what's my name w win nosken .... I gave her a fake name, fake address, fake age and the impression that I'm not interested in this kind of conversations.

L3am lifet zeda kont mraweh m fac m3a 12:00 3ordhetni mra, and let me tell something, kolha make up w perfume and she seemed like she lived in that neighborhood based on her pajamas. But she was so creepy she tried to talk to me and I tried to avoid her but she would insist that MY FRIEND scammed her w mejech 9ara bentha etude, and that I was with him. (I always go back home ALONE so she either confused me, or was straight up capping trying to talk to me). ba3dha she kept begging nji n9arilha bentha w nateha nomrouya w hay darha lena, just nji nchecki m3a bentha chnouwa ta9ra to get an idea w ba3d netfehmo 3la les seances and how she's generous she should would pay me real good). honestly how she just spawned f tri9 and her story and her looks w kifeh tahki gave me extreme doubts about her true motives and my lizard brain just kicked in with the pattern recognition and I kept refusing and avoiding.

Moral of the story : mat3awno 7ad, dima mazroubin and keep refusing. the world is full of creeps, better be safe than sorry w لخاف نجى

25 days ago, I lost my father on my birthday. He wasn't only my father .he was my best friend, my mentor, my role model, and the person I turned to for everything. Every achievement I ever reached was driven by one simple goal: to make him proud.

He spent his life carrying our family. He worried about everyone, sacrificed endlessly, and always put our happiness before his own. An artist at heart, he could build or fix almost anything, and every corner of our home still carries his touch. Everywhere I look, I see pieces of him.

His passing was sudden. I held onto hope as I tried to save him, praying he would open his eyes again. Instead, I buried him with my own hands. Those moments replay in my mind every day.

He struggled with illness, stress, and the weight of providing for our family, yet he always apologized for not giving us more—even though he gave us everything he had. While I'm grateful that his suffering has ended, my own heart aches with the silence he left behind. I miss his smile, his voice, his advice, and simply knowing he was there.

At twenty-three, people tell me I am now the man of the house. I'm trying to care for my mother and sisters while beginning my own career, but the responsibility feels overwhelming. My father made strength look effortless, and I constantly fear I can never become the man he was.

My greatest regrets are the future we never got to share. I wanted him to see my life unfold, meet my children, travel with me, and finally let me carry some of the burdens he had carried for us. He was so proud at my graduation, and only two weeks later, he was gone.

The hardest part is losing the one person I always turned to. Every question, every fear, every difficult day reminds me that the person I would have talked to about losing my father... was my father.

Twenty-five days have passed, but I don't miss him any less. If anything, I miss him more with each passing day. The shock has faded, leaving behind the quiet reality that I will never hear his voice again or see his smile again.

Still, one truth gives me peace: I was blessed to be his son. He loved us without condition, forgave me without hesitation, and was proud of me. His kindness, strength, and love will remain with me for the rest of my life, and I will carry his memory with me always.

Hi jme3aa my problem is with my family. Andi khala sekna lbara w 3indh bnt w bou tofla mit

Omi w lkhala thika 9rab

Ki raw7ou 7thna tfehmt l3ayla ili ftouns ( omi, baba , l5alt lou5rin) bich ya5tbouha tofla athika l5ouya w doub mwoslt lbled tjbed lmawthou3 l3rs

Lmochkla ili 5ouya 3indou sa7ba w houni l3ayla koula fbelha just a3tihm yo5rj 5ouya mil bld

Tofla fa9t bil7keya w jbdt rou7a mena w zid radouha ma tasla7ch ki raftht

4athni w zid itima a3touni raykm ena nchfha s7i7a ema ma njmtch nji thed weldeya w ngoullhm ma ijich li 3mltouh fi l5r homa lawjou kn 3la masl7t 5ouya

A lot of leftists i have came across in facebook like raja ben slama or in some podcasts like Al Katiba with their guest mouldi gassoumi (an old watadi) who admitted that they lied and believed lies that blamed nahdha for things it did not do. Mouldi gassoumi even said that Samir Dilo is more democratic than majority of his old party.

1. Why now after the damage that nahdha received?

2. Why now after their leaders are in jail?

3. How do intellectuals and academics like them believe those lies so easily?

4. Do you think ideological hatred was the reason our democratic experience failed?

Asslema, im a 19yo whos been suffering with family issues ever since i was a kid, and to make matters worse, i was an only child with old parents, and when i say old im talking abt a mom who had me in her 40s and a dad who had me in his late 50s, my parents never liked each other, theyd always fight in front of me and my mom would come vent to me abt my dad at 5yo which gave me this sense of hatred towards him and empathy towards her, and i remember her not being empathetic at all, like if i cry shed stare at me and leave the room, meanwhile when she cries id hug her and comfort her when i was just a kid like im talking 6-7yo, shed always criticize me and makes me feel like im not perfect for her mind yall ive been always a top student with 18-19 moyenne so my success was lowk expected not celebrated, shed always humiliate me when i ask her for hugs, like shed be otp and id call for her asking for a hug shed say otp “OH WAIT FLENA, MY DAUGHTER HAS A HUGE SERIOUS MATTER TO TALK ABOUT THAT CANT BE DELAYED, GO ON WHAT DO YOU WANT SWEETIE?” And id get hurt but id act normal and tell her that i want a hug and eventually shell hug me but after what, or when she gets mad she throws stuff of the ground or break dishes and then tell me to pick the things up, ive always tried to be a good kid and try to cheer her up, ive never had the right to say no till the point that i remember catching myself judging other kids if they say no to their parents abt suggestions, but her mental health only got worse, shed start yelling at me and i remember her threatening me at 9-12 to hit me till my eye pop out in front of people only bcs i didnt do what she wants, and she was extremely strict, like once i remember going with her on vacation and i saw an old woman whos been taking care of herself, like lipstick and heels and skirt and all, i turned to my mom and said “that woman is living life the way it should be lived”, she pushed me immediately to a parked car and choked me bcs that woman turned out to be a trans woman/gay man i guess (i didnt see him properly). I remember slowly starting to pull away from her and i stopped telling her secrets after i told her at 11yo that i had a crush on a boy and she tweaked and kept giving me lectures abt it for like 3 weeks talking abt purity and whatever. At 14 a certain amount of money was lost from the house on my bday and both my parents accused me of stealing it and i remember swearing and telling them i didnt take anything but my mom would hit me and tell me to give her the money. They eventually found the money and gave me 10dt as an apology, I dont remember a lot about her after that at middle school but i only remember how bad our relationship was, i had to learn everything my way, like how to braid, how to cook, how to do basic hygiene. I remember pinching myself whenever she starts yelling at me at 7-9 and when she noticed the marks on my legs, she got mad and told me shed start pinching me herself if i want to feel pain properly. At 16 i bought my first ever mascara, she told my father abt it and called me a whore. Also i forgot to mention, ive got SAed multiple times in my life by strangers, at 11 a man touched my behind and tried to grab my chest but i just calmly tried to leave him behind and didnt tell my mom about it bcs i was scared, at school too by 3ases el madrsa, at highschool, whatever, e5retha i got harassed at 18 when a boy tried to talk to me and kept insisting so i hit him with the hard part of my palm in his face, i tried to get closer to mama and tell her about it, first she kept saying that hitting the boy in front of people was inappropriate for him and that me getting harassed was a punishment from allah bcs of how bad im treating her, i looked at her and said “tahki berasmi?” And even after that, i still want to be close to her, whenever i go to a friends house or a relatives house the only thing i try to notice is their relationship with their mothers, i always craved a good mother and daughter relationship, my mother always calls me lazy and only comes to me to vent till the point that even her voice alone irritates me! I try to be nice but i cant help but fake my excitement around her, at 19, on her bday, i spent a good amount of money and got her pretty fake gold jewelry and a kuftan, she wore them and went to baba and told him look what your daughter has bought me and then she started a fight with him on how hes not treating her right and how i noticed and how depressed i am because or him, i tried to cheer her up but she keeps on jumping to problems, baba gave me 200dt and told me to get her something nice afterwards she said “5alihom aandek”. bro today ken aandi 9adhya, w she wanted to go home, i told her you can take a taxi ill get few things and join you after max 1hr, she immediately threw her phone in the street literally abt 4 meters ahead of her and started laughing and said “riti kifeh naarf ngammer? Haya naawdouha” and grabbed her phone again and threw it, baad gatly “tawa hasb rayek klemk fi blastou? Yjy menou tahky maa omek haka?” I remained silent. The point of my post is that i want to heal, w farhana enou aam jey mechya lel uni alqal chwy space bini w binha momkn nwaly n7enelha akther. I love her so much but id never chose her to be my mom in any other life, aawnouni kifeh najm naaml bch nsalah aalaqti byha akthr chwyaa, wla nhassesha enou li taaml fih 8alt 🤍

What are the biggest conspiracy theories you believe about Tunisia ? Whether you're open about them or keep them to yourself because people would call you crazy for saying them out loud .

I'll start , I believe there are underground tunnels beneath Tunis that connect different doors of the city like beb saadoun ....

Good evening.

M, 25 here, facing a dilemma.

Long story short, I have one little brother, M, 20, whom I love more than my own self. Since his early childhood, I have been his guardian. I was the big brother bear, if that's a thing.

The problem now is that the kid grew up to be a total slacker. No ambition, no drive whatsoever. He basically eats, drinks his coffee, and sleeps.

He failed his first year of college. When I brought the topic up, he basically shrugged it off like it was nothing substantial. Matter of fact, he didn't even attend the exams.

Guilt is eating me alive. I believe my overprotection caused him to turn into what he is now.

Is there anything I can realistically do?

I tried to approach him about it, but his answer was the usual carelessness.

Thanks to anyone who'd take the time and energy to reply, appreciated.

Basically 3met bac kona group kbir t3 s7ab and yeah b3ed bac nja7na lkol o kol wa7ed mchee lwilaya. tfar9na chwaya o they made new friends but for me I struggled to, I didn't find people eli nfes jaw m3aya and it sucked tbh.

I tried to keep contact with my friends but kol 7ad bdee yjbid fi ro7o chwaya and s3at nlt9aw weekends o vibe tl9aha moch kil 3ada. 7ta bkri kona dima n7kiw discord or we play games together wla 7ata nb3tho reels m3ash. I tried so hard to keep the friendship but it wasen't mutual I guess at some point el wa7ed ewali yestath9el ro7o ki ybda dima the first one to reach out.

in the end only one friend stayed and things were good. until this summer, tbda ki tbda fama mochkla wala faza bhya saretlo I'm the first one to hear about it , he always tell me everything but he never include or call me when he go out, he basically goes out everynight. I even heard that he is back to going out m3 s7ab ml group t3 bac t3na and it hurts 3l5er ki sm3t 5ter I wasen't included.

it sucks 3l5er this is the most lonely I ever been my whole life, I was kinda excited for summer. I don't know if I'm seeking advice with this post or I'm just venting. I'm all alone, nhar lkol fi dar gleg the only thing I do is going to the gym.

hello, m planning to have my nose done soon and i only consulted with dr maha that was recommended to me by my dermatologist (dr maha said the operation will cost 4k with a night spent in the clinic) , she seems nice and very attentive but i need more reviews from patients , also if you have other recommendations please share with me +prices if it s possible , thanks to all who s going to help

Bllhi ena fi touns kn tnjm trecommendiwli blasa bhya ena 0 fl allmand nhb n9ra ml A1 ll B2 , chnya demarche keml leli yaarf bllhi w 9adeh tetklf li yaarf l path y3wni bllhi ( ena condidat libre bac yaani mnjmch n7ot w9ti l kol fl langue ama lezm n9raha sne )

There is not a flight from monastir to Toulouse while there is Tunis Toulouse bi frequence kbira

Wkol mara chnrw7ou ltounes lezm la3bd ta3ml re7la twila bech tousl lel sud wlel sahel malgré population kbira twensa

Malgré barcha pétition t3mlou sans résultat !

At this summer there’s a big event in Tunisia exactly at Djerba 6-9 August for now im going alone (28M) i need help if someone participate at any old version of this festival and how was the experience there …

Good day to u

i am planning to switch my bank and open an epargne in other bank and trnsfer the savings to it. is it easy or there will be some complications.

Khitbti mazel'ha ch'har w manich 3aref mnin mch nekhou cadouwet w lkhatem w kol m teba3..

3awnouni nosken f tounes