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Schools stand against Hrooz ( cheating) January 28, 2010

Filed under: 1, Writing — azizmoummou @ 11:06 pm

Some of you may recall the story of an arrogant donkey who tried to challenge the camel.The donkey noticed that his owner divides unfairly the straw.While the camel gets two buckets of straw,the donkey gets only half of one.So, one day he decided to voice his objection and stood face to face with the farmer and said:”why do you always make difference  between me and the camel?”

“Well,the camel carries more weight and thus merits more food”, ironically answered the farmer.

The donkey thought of it a while and enthusiastically yelled:” oh…if that’s the rule we can make a deal.I will carry as heavy as the camel.Thus,I shall get equal share of the straw.”

The next day,the farmer started to load both the camel and the donkey.He put equal weight on each side.At a certain moment he asked the donkey if he shall add more loads.The donkey desperately replied:”Just carry on,I’m not moving from here anyway!!!”.

This elusive adage ,disguised in the form of a joke, reflects the present state of our schools in Morocco.If the Moroccan schools are by all means ,and no choice,the donkey in this case;there is little chance that we could stand the West schools.We tried to dress up in many forms,and didn’t stop imitating.Is it time to lend an ear to the wise men.The fair men.The One who wonder: are we capable to do as others do or our quest for

The defeat of all virtues

keeping up with the Jones will faint?

In schools,at home,in the street up to the highest institutions, there is a black dust .An invisible motion .A world of vices.The result is a powerless society.

For those who live within the borders of school,Harz or cheating is another warrior from the invisible motion.Unfortunately,each time we decide to evaluate students’ input,we do nothing but unveil this invisible motion.For teachers, cheating alludes to a great failure of instructions.For students,it’s a right that bridges the poles of unsuccessful careers.Since,none is yet ready to assume responsibility,cheating is prevailing and genocides  all virtues.

If you ask for more than what you give then expect to make no move like the poor donkey.Isn’t it time to blame ourselves and start questioning what’s going wrong with our methodology, our approach of teaching?

If you can get yourself in a serene interrogation,then hopefully I can too.If you do blame everything on me or on others,then there we shall meet.The meeting point of naggers.Remember that actions speak louder than words.

For those who want to face Hrooz or cheating,you shall fold up your sleeves since it’s nothing but an endless conflict.

 

Good luck students January 21, 2010

Filed under: 1 — azizmoummou @ 6:44 pm

Hi:

I hope all the  best for my students who are taking the exam next Monday.

I’m trying to help so you can find AN EXAMPLE OF THE ENGLISH EXAM ON HOMEWORK RUBRIC.

You can make yourself shine!!!

 

Santa gifts December 28, 2009

Filed under: 1, Do you know that...? — azizmoummou @ 2:06 pm

Santa usually comes with gifts (cadeaux) and gets into the houses through the chimneys.But,what if he get stuck in a chimney!!!
one liners and party fun jokes for christmmas

 

Merry Christmas and Happy Hijri year December 23, 2009

Filed under: 1, Do you know that...? — azizmoummou @ 12:05 pm

Christmas usually takes place on the 25th December of each year,ten days after Muslims new year (Hijri) and five days before the European calendar 2010.

What is the difference between the two dates?

Christmas is said to be commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ,though many studies had proved that 25th December is not the exact birthday of Messiah.

On the other hand,Hijri year marks the immigration of the prophet Muhammad (Peace been upon him).The word Hijri is derived from Hijra which means immigration in Arabic.





While the world will celebrate the year 2010 with the usual fantasy, Muslims didn’t spare a Jiff  to admire their own new year 1431.

Wouldn’t like to be pessimist,but it seems that Muslims have to run 579 year(2010 -1431=579,check it .I’m not so good in Maths) to catch the rest of the world.So funny isn’t it? Some of us will not even be able to make  the lap of 100 year.

Anyway,Happy new Hijri year and Merry Christmas!!!

 

A Good student of English December 19, 2009

Filed under: 1 — azizmoummou @ 5:31 pm

Jacob is a good student of English.He now can speak English like an American .

Jacob followed a well beaten path to become excellent in English:

1- Jacob loves English and feels happy in each class.

2- Jacob is studying English because he wants to go to the English department in university.

3-Jacob likes to speak and write in English more than anything else.

4-  Jacob  chats with Americans and British students.

5-Jacob watches American films and read English articles.

6- Jacob has a nice notebook for vocabulary.

7- Jacob plays games of memory.

8- Jacob speaks with tourists in his city,and with his teacher in school.

9- Jacob revises  English at home every night before sleeping.

10- Jacob feels happy when he gets a new word.

Do you want to be like Jacob?

You have to do at least 5 things he does.

 

Abayno springs November 23, 2009

Filed under: Do you know that...? — azizmoummou @ 12:13 pm

Do you know that Abayno park  is breasted by seven unified springs.The water is flowing for years from the seven springs down the river to support the survival of over than 339.000 person.

Abyano is on the main road between Chichaoua and Agadir.It’s another natural place that seeks shelter in a remote green spot.It’s around 24 km from Chichaoua towards Imintanoute. Geographically, it’s within the borders of Nzala commune.

Historically, Abyno was populated by Jewish people for decades.Some of the architectural features marks the visible presence of Jews .

Abyno springs are  really an ideal outlet  for the free minds.

Idea: Aziz and Youness.

Author: Mr.Aziz Moummou

 

Short story November 16, 2009

Filed under: Reading — azizmoummou @ 5:33 pm

A thief in the school

 

Ibn arabiI get up at 07.15 in the morning. I brush my teeth and sit down for breakfast. I try to move around slowly. My cat Jimmy is sleeping. She always follows me to school.

 

I take my schoolbag and start walking. I often go by bicycle. Today, I choose to go on foot. It’s Saturday 10th January. It’s my 15th birthday. On the road, I greet Mrs.Halimi our neighbor.

“Happy birthday Jen”,Says Mrs Halimi.

“Thank you Mrs Halimi”,I reply.

 

 

I am extremely happy and thrilled to invite my classmates. Amal is my favorite friend .We usually meet in the classroom. She likes Physics and I love English. She always asks me about English words. Today, we have English class and Amal forgets to do her homework. I help her to find the meaning of some words like: an accountant, a librarian, laboratory, etc.

The teacher arrives and greets:  “Good morning!”

We stand up and reply: “Good morning teacher!”

My teacher is very polite and punctual. He doesn’t like late comers. All the students try to be in the classroom at 08.00 o’clock sharp.

 

 

In the administration, a strange person is inside the director’s office .He takes a black cell phone, and walks silently out of the school. He is a thief. He puts the cell phone in his mouth and runs fast. Suddenly, the school’s accountant sees the thief. He immediately shouts: “Whose cell phone is that? Put it down!”

The robber doesn’t stop. He rushes to the courtyard, then to the stadium. All the school staff follows the thief.

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In the classroom, we hear a loud noise. We look from the window. We see the director and the staff running from corner to corner. The thief is quick. He has more legs.

 

 

We get out of the classroom and join the running crowd. In despair, the thief stops on the edge of a will.

“Give me my cell phone!”, cries the director out of his nerves.

The thief answers wildly: “ Myaw, Myaw,” he drops the cell phone in the will.

 

I know the voice. It’s my pet cat Jimmy. She runs towards me. I am really embarrassed.

cat surrenders

The next day, my father comes to school and apologizes .He buys me a cell phone for my birthday. I give it to Jimmy .She adores the new technology.


 

 

 

 

Jobs November 14, 2009

Filed under: 1, Vocabulary — azizmoummou @ 9:06 pm

We sometimes need to ask about others’ job or give our own.

Here Occupations is a list of jobs .

Try to find the jobs of the people in the attached document.

Send your answers to me and I will provide you with solutions.

I will wait your comments.

 

Douar Macho November 13, 2009

Filed under: Do you know that...? — azizmoummou @ 4:57 pm

Douar Macho in Chichaoua.

Do you know that Douar Macho is named after a French foreigner

who lived there.His name is Francois Macho.

Author: Kbira Loubi.

This explains how often we derive names from iconic persons either Moroccan or foreigner.The occupation era marked deep scars in the Moroccan culture.So,there is no doubt these days that you will find loads of Arabicized  words.This is not a big issue.The stigma is when you find Moroccan people, Muslims, meditating in a shrine where they think a saint lays.But indeed,in many occasions we discovered that disciples are worshipping a Jewish merchant or even a smelling skeleton ,of a donkey, wrapped up  under an odored shrine.

Author : Aziz Moummou

( if you think that the information submitted above needs modification,please let us Know).

 

Follow up November 12, 2009

Filed under: Writing — azizmoummou @ 4:44 pm

=”short story”

…I still remember that we were besieged by a hungry German dog. He looked furiously to the baby and we understood that we had to drop it. Suddenly, a courageous gunshot tore the dog’s body and retrieved silence to the place. It was night; we couldn’t see nor feel but the resistant snow. One of the tall and free woods introduced a dark, big boned figure. We could see from his color that he is not a German soldier. My mother in gratitude kneeled to the black statue and so I did. Gently, he asked us to stand up. We were lucky. He recognized us as Jewish ladies. He spoke our language and could even utter some German words. He could see that we have just arrived from the German camp. He understood our need of food, and humanely shared his meal.
We walked away from the dead dog, and made our way inside the organized woods. Only silence broke our silence. The black soldier, your father, started to ask about the number of the German regiments in the camp, their weapons’ supplies and lots of things. Our silence answered them all.
“I met some Jews yesterday on the other side; I’ll try to take you there”. Murmured your father.
We followed his gigantic foot steps, breaking ashes of ice. He didn’t look back, and bowed his head in mere respect. I started to inspect his body; didn’t really look like the image I had about Arabs in the other side of the world. I minded our religious conflict and stitched scattered words he might say, or gestures he might do.I was sixteen.

The white snow revealed broken shadows of hungry Jewish women. They were quite a large number. They heard our march and hided behind each other. Your father, the soldier, made a sign to me to move forward. I did explain to them that we had just escaped from the concentration camp. They looked suspiciously at your father. He removed his rifle backward. He made some steps of trust. A young lady raised and uttered few cold words, “we didn’t eat for two nights”. Gently, your father gave the rest of his food. The women wrestled to have a fair share.