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Mouna Kacem
Joined August 2021
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Bio
I spell my name as Mouna, but in reality, it's Muna. Like my stories, you'd think you know what they're about, but you don't...I don't either. So, if you find yourself asking 'What's wrong with this girl?' It's ok. That makes two of us!
Stories (3/0)
Jasmine Farm
One winter night, ten years ago, when I was pregnant with my first child, we gathered in my in-laws’ house to watch the News. The president, with his styled hair and dewy skin, addressed the people in the local dialect for the first time in his long twenty-three years of rule. He didn’t say ‘I was wrong’. He said, “They misled me”. He claimed not to know that people suffered under his regime because he wasn’t “a sun to shine upon the entire country”.
By Mouna Kacem3 years ago in The Swamp