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" You know, people always say that having a steady government job is the safe option. A regular paycheck, health insurance, paid holidays… sure, that sounds good. But here’s the thing — when you work for the government, or for a private company for that matter, there’s a limit to what you can accomplish. You're following their rules, their schedule, their vision. You trade your time and energy for a monthly wage, and most of the time, you don’t even get a thank you. I mean, you could push hard to make an impact but it can be so hard going against the grain. Plus, it could all go to waste if a higher up decides to block your ideas and initiatives. There’s also a limit to how much you can earn and

I don’t like that.

when you work for yourself? It’s different. You’re the boss. You decide when to wake up, how to spend your time, and what projects to take on. If you want to try a new idea, no one says no. You just go for it. Only the market can decide. Every hour you work is an investment in your future, and the future of your family. There’s no limit on how much you can grow and how much you can make. That’s really motivating.

Sure, it’s not easy. There’s risk. There’s stress. Some days, you might make nothing. But then one day, a client says yes, or your product sells out, or your idea finally works—and that success is yours. All yours. And for me, nothing compares to that feeling.

Freedom, growth, creativity — that’s what I get from working for myself. I guess, at the end of the day, it’s a question of personality. It’s a personal preference. I personally can’t stand the feeling of stagnation. I had a government job for years but I ended up quitting. I worked hard but I felt like I was just spinning my wheels. My colleagues loved lounging, drinking coffee and gossiping. What was a pleasant life of low stress for them was a nightmare for me. I felt antsy and burnt out from boredom. Everyone thinks that you can only burn out from working too much. How about from doing nothing? Or doing something that is meaningless to you? So, what they call “the safe job” was unsafe for my mental health. I had to go.

Anyways, I’ve learned more, grown faster, and felt more alive in the past five years of having my own business than in all my years behind someone else’s desk. I am grateful for what I’ve learned there but it wasn’t sustainable for me. So no, it’s not always safe. But I’d rather do this than anything else in the world. "

Text: On Fridays, Our House is a Zoo

Most people get Fridays off so they are special for almost everyone. But at our house, they’re not just special—they are wild. Every Friday, our big family gathers, and it’s chaos.

Mom wakes up early to prepare couscous. The smell of spices and the heat of the steam fill the kitchen. Dad sweeps the patio. All the cousins love to run around and play there. Grandma, who lives with us, makes some Halwet Ettabaa. Everyone loves those cakes. My siblings and I get ready for the mess that’s about to happen. Manel, my older sister, hides all the valuables and all the breakables. “Can’t trust those kids!” She says every single time.

Around noon, the first knock comes. It’s Uncle Karim and his family. Aunt Leila is carrying trays of sweets, and their twins rush past her to grab the best seats in the living room. “Don’t break anything!” Aunt Leila shouts, but the kids are already jumping on the couch. More cars pull up. Aunt Sarah’s car is very full. She has five children. The house fills up quickly.

The uncles go to the nearby mosque for the Friday prayer. They eat when they come back. The aunts gather in the kitchen, laughing and telling stories as they help Mom with the food. The cousins play noisy games, and someone always ends up crying.

When lunch is served, it’s pure madness. Plates are passed around, kids argue over who gets the most meat, and the youngest ones spill juice everywhere. But somehow, we all fit, squished together on chairs, couches, and even the floor, we are all full and we are all happy.

After lunch, the noise doesn’t stop. The kids race outside, chasing each other and yelling. The adults relax with coffee and pastries, still talking, still laughing.

By the evening, the house looks like a battlefield—crumbs on the floor, cushions out of place, and tired faces everywhere. But as the last car drives away, I can’t help but smile.

Every Friday, our place is a zoo. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Text: We Make a Good Team
"Soraia and Fatma worked in the same advertising company. They were great teammates. One day, their boss called them into his office. He said it was urgent.

“Brace yourself, this is gonna be bad.” said Fatma to Soraia

“We have a big project,” he said. “Bimo wants a new ad campaign. We need something fun and exciting to show why people love their biscuits! Oh, also, they want it by Sunday!”

Soraia clapped her hands. “That sounds amazing!”

Fatma nodded. “But also a little scary. We don’t have much time.”

Soraia smiled. “Don’t be a wet blanket! This is a great opportunity to showcase our talent. Let’s be positive!”

They got to work right away. Soraia sketched ideas for posters and videos. She was the artistic one. She drew smiling kids dunking Bimo biscuits into their cups of milk. Fatma wrote catchy slogans like “Bimo: The Taste of Childhood,the Taste Happiness!”

By the end of the day, they had lots of great ideas. “This is going to be amazing!” Soraia said.

The next morning, disaster struck. Soraia opened her laptop and gasped. “Oh no! The designs are gone!”

Fatma rushed over. “What happened?”

“I don’t know! Maybe my computer crashed.”

Fatma took a deep breath. “Good thing I prepared for the worst. I saved everything on my USB drive. I knew something bad would happen.”

Soraia sighed in relief. “Fatma, you’re a lifesaver! I guess it pays to be a little bit pessimistic ha.”

They quickly got back to work. They made bright posters and a fun video showing a multi-generational family sharing Bimo biscuits during afternoon coffee. Even the famous mug with Noah’s Arch was there.”

On Sunday, they presented their ad campaign to their boss. He watched the video and smiled. “This is perfect! Bimo will love it!”

Soraia and Fatma hugged each other. “We did it!”

Fatma grinned. “And we learned an important lesson—always have a backup plan.”

Soraia laughed. “Yes! I’m the glass half full, you’re the glass half empty and together we make an excellent, realistic, safe, wonderful glass haha. We make a good team.”

A week later, Bimo’s new ads were everywhere—on TV, on billboards, and on social media. Soraia and Fatma felt proud of their work.