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When I was a kid, I believed everything I was told, everything I watched on the television news, and everything I heard on the radio broadcasting. I believed smart kids study hard math and science. I believed smart kids spend a lot of time watching television every day. I believed smart kids don’t ask so many questions in a family gathering.

When I was eager to learn more, more was either soccer or math. Even when I spent the entire day at school, I returned home with little information in my head. This filled my imagination with nothing except many kinds of calculus and the growing desire for playing soccer. So I studied math, and I excelled at it. I thought this would sharpen my mind and widen my imagination, but my imaginative senses were either numb or completely deadened by that. I played soccer, and I was somehow good at it. I was good at dribbling the ball past a swarm of defenders, which made me several times score goals. Consequently, as a team, we won so many tournaments and were so happy. However, the winning tournaments didn’t widen my imagination, either.

One Monday morning, I was desperately in need of writing a letter, but when I held a pen between my fingers and looked at a white sheet of paper that lay on the table in front of my eyes, I was unable to write anything. My hand horribly froze, and my head was spinning like the soccer ball. In addition, inside my head were only numbers, mathematical equations, and some other complex math material.

The truth was, in order to be able to write the letter, I basically needed to be able to create words, sentences, and paragraphs. But I wasn’t able to do any of that. Since that day, I resolved to continuously keep reading books and English stories, and most importantly, I decided firmly to permanently stay away from playing soccer, watching television, and spending tremendous amounts of time on the study of mathematics.

Although every day I woke late and felt tired due to reading at night, my head was filled more and more with new words and variety of sentences. To me, it was fascinating how my head was absorbing the lines of books I was reading and how my brain was trying to picture the details and the descriptive paragraphs the novelist had put in there.

Forokoo.com is one of the rewards of my resolution. The website has several English articles and stories, I think, of interesting contents that are worth reading. In general, in my opinion, the most effective way of improving English skills is through reading and believing in yourself.

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The Souk

During the weekdays, the place is an empty space filled with nothing but earth, litter, and street dogs. Yet, on the weekend, it is a magical marketplace called the Sunday Souk in the city of Mohammedia. Sellers come from faraway places to peddle their things, trying to sell them and make some profits, but the competition is always very tough. In order to c

From Terceira island to the city of Mohammedia

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COVID-19 real or not real?

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The phone

It was a rainy Friday in the afternoon; Karima felt a little bit queasy. She sat on the kitchen chair and leaned forward, her elbows on her thighs and her chin cupped in her hands. Her husband, Karim, filled a cup of cold water from the sink and gave it to her with a painkiller. There was a tremor in the hands, and the cup clicked against her teeth. Suddenl

The angry mother

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Gangsta Granny

Ben’s eyes darted towards the window. For a brief moment, he saw a dark figure wearing a strange hat peer through the dirty glass, then quickly disappear out of view.

“There was a man peering in at the window,” said Ben breathlessly.

“I know,” said Granny. “I told you not to look.”

“Shall I go out and see who it