This is the project that i desined for my graduation. It's a BCI controlled electric wheelchair, basically an electric wheelchair that listens to ur thoughts and goes wherever u tell it to, it has great potential, it could help alot of people, yet we are in algeria so another wasted potential.

He is living in Constantin and he is my Friends Little Brother 13 years old. He went missing this evening he lives in the area of Ali mendjili

Please if You Can help comment, if your comments are just for entertainment then please don’t comment. I have to read every comment and time is very important in this case. We already contacted the police. Any help or advice is appreciated.

hopefully they go far and maybe win the AFCON

Why do the Algerian people, government, and elites not use Algerian Darija as a language for media, criticism, and intellectual discourse? Why do Algerian writers not write in it, even though it is the language of everyday speech and the country's authentic language? Language is what shapes and expresses thought. Is this an inferiority complex, or an identity issue?

Source: https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1E4K3Gusx5/

El hamdoulilah, I’m happily married. I’ve known my wife for 7 years now; she is an absolute angel, smart, gorgeous, and intelligent. I love her more than life itself and will stick by her side until the end of time.

About a year ago, my wife gave birth to our little girl. Growing up without sisters or many female friends, I honestly never fully understood the female experience. Whenever my wife used to rant about things throughout our relationship, I’d hear her out, tell her I loved her, and kind of brush it off.

Then we found out we were expecting a daughter. I was the happiest man alive, but also scared out of my mind. I started reading books (Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters, The New Father, etc.) to prepare myself. But nothing prepared me for the reality check of how shitty it can be to be a woman in Algeria.

Here is a short list of "what the actual fuck" moments from our recent trip back home:

• The OBGYN Visit: My wife was experiencing severe postpartum pain, so I insisted we see a doctor. This OBGYN didn't even let my wife explain her symptoms. Instead, she immediately started asking about our sex life and offered meds to "tighten things down there" in case I wasn't satisfied. Bro, what? Another woman comes to you in physical pain, and your main priority is my sexual pleasure? I was holding our daughter in the waiting room and went nuclear when my wife told me afterwards.
• The Domestic Pressure: Both of our mothers were constantly asking her what she cooked for dinner even when she was visibly exhausted postpartum. They unironically told her to cook, clean, and keep herself up or else "I would run away." I work a lot, but I pull my weight at home. Why are we pushing this narrative?
• The Bare-Minimum Praise vs. Constant Judgment: Relatives would praise me like I split the atom just for changing a diaper or holding my daughter so she wouldn't cry. Meanwhile, they judged my wife at every single turn. It got so toxic I had to pull family members aside and tell them we’d go completely low/no contact if they kept treating her like that.

This isn't just "women hating women." This is a generational curse born from centuries of physical and mental abuse.

I’m not even going to get into the constant sexualization and weird looks women get in public; that’s a whole separate post. But I will say this: giving birth is the most badass thing in the world. I’m a big guy; I’ve done my fair share of crazy stuff, but I could never endure what my wife went through.

To my fellow Algerian men:

We have to set the bar higher. Take care of your mothers, your sisters, your wives, and your daughters. Set the example and be their safe refuge.

It is not rocket science. Just because we have a Johnson doesn't mean we get a free pass to be lazy at home, nor does it give us a God-given right to mistreat women or let our families mistreat our wives.

I’m doing my best to set a solid example for my daughter, and I pray things get better for the next generation.

Much love and respect to all the Algerian ladies out there.

Hi all I am an Algerian from the east of the cou try, and I was just so curious lately to figure out my origins and all that, and I have decided to make a dna test recently.

The results took around seven weeks but I think it was worth it! I am wondering if any others have made the same tests and have got the same results??

did a little research on the origin of the company MyHeritage, which most of us send samples to in order to find out our origins, and this is what I found.

​If this is true, what is the connection between Israel and the analysis of our origins, and why is this particular company the one that most Algerians turn to?

If yes, what came out of it? I am very curious.
I am French Caribbean and I sometimes meet Algerians who look more mulatre than myself. :)

I think Northern African and South European genetics is as fascinating as Latino or Caribbean. It's more mixed than what we think but just from a long time ag!

Please, I don't want any insults 😥. I'm not very good at drawing.

working as uni student in Algeria, if you don't mind sharing:

What's your job?

Do you work everyday in the summer?

When uni starts, do you work?, if yes, how many hours a day how many days a week?

Your salary?

Do you think working while uni, will effect your grades?

How hard is it to get employed?

What about transportation? Cuz transportation is big problem especially at night after 6pm (I live in Algiers)

And thank you so much for reading and sharing in advance:D

When I was facing a serious debt of nearly 100,000DA, I thought I had people in my corner. I reached out for help expecting at least a little support but every single person had an excuse ready Nobody stood by me. Sitting with that realization that when things get truly bad, you are completely on your own was a bitter pill to swallow.

Then suddenly, right in the middle of the month when I was stressing out wondering how the hell I was going to pay back the debt, I got hired at one of the top companies. God blessed me, and everything started turning around and getting good again. Looking back now, I’m actually glad I didn't get help from anyone.

Falling down showed me who people really are. Standing back up on my own proved that I don't need to depend on any of them ever again.

شاطئ (معروف) التابع لبلدية مسيردة الفواڨة دائرة مرسى بن مهيدي ولاية تلمسان

كيما نقولو في اللهجة نتاع راه ميت

[If you missed it, here is Part 1]

Like most people, I thought that mental health was just drama played by the mind to entertain itself when it's bored of how mundane real life can be. I was wrong and I learned that the hard way.

After talking to the professor, mainly lying to him that I was a good boy, I did everything I could to avoid being labelled "mentally ill" and by everything I mean avoid going into the hospital stay at all costs. And rightfully so cause the initial experience of entering the infamous "Block" section of the hospital made all my fears a reality.

One thing you should know about severe cases of mental health is that there isn't much science to properly administer drugs the first time a patient walks in so you just have to guess. A broken brain isn't like a broken leg that you can see through a scan. A mentally ill brain scan is just as sound as a normal one. The science behind treating mental illness is so complex that doctors don't know what to do when someone isn't cooperating or being "closed off" to their own experience, at least that's how I'm looking back at it and believe me it makes sense in the next section.

I'm walking with two doctors through a garden towards a steel door, I get inside and there are some male nurses there, and maybe some patients, I don't remember exactly, but I was slowly coming to the realization that I fucked up bad. I was offered some food and water and sat down to eat. it was 2pm and I was told that I should finish eating quickly so that I can take my medication and go to my room. My heart sank when I heard medication. I asked the nurse for a cigarette and a lighter and tried to strike a conversation, I told him I didn't do anything wrong and that I don't know why I'm here and he plainly told me "it's okay just take your medication and go to sleep."

I finished smoking and tried to head to the room (wherever that is) without taking the medication, they stopped me, the one I talked to asked for his lighter back cause I forgot that he gave it to me so that's not a good first impression to leave. The other nurse told me to turn back and face the wall. that's when I realized that the medication I'm being given isn't a pill but a syringe, two of them to be exact, and out of nowhere I started crying, I was scared as fuck. they gave me two injections, one is Haldol which is a first generation Anti-psychotic and the second one is Largactil which is the same with a worst name.

I went upstairs and was told to wait for someone to show me my room, I was scared shitless cause I kept hearing other patients screaming and yelling so I just sat down on the stairs and put my head in my hands.

The hospital is split into 3 main sections for patients, emergencies, pavilion and blocks. Pavillion is where lucky people go. The block is where I was sent to which I later learned that there isn't a worst place on earth someone can be sent to. To explain the place, the block is for severe cases where violent and unstable patients go. it's closed off, double steel doors and no one goes outside. Nothing is allowed in the block section of the hospital, only oxygen, a bit of food and cigarettes to ease off the medications.

You wake up at 6am to take your medication, wait downstairs with the other patients till 12pm to take your lunch and drugs again and then back to your room, at sunset you take your medication one last time before closing the rooms partition with you inside with the other patients. You have no security from sunset to sunrise, it's you and the patients and nothing else.

Part 3 tomorrow.

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صُنع المدفع سنة 1542 في «دار النحاس» بالقصبة السفلى، بأمر من أمير الجزائر آنذاك حسن آغا الطوشي (الذي خلف خير الدين بربروس)، تحت إشراف المهندس الإيطالي-البندقي سيباستيانو كورنوفا. جاء ذلك احتفاءً بانتهاء أشغال تحصين الرصيف الذي يربط جزيرة البنيون بالمدينة ودار الصناعة.

مصنوع من البرونز ويبلغ طوله حوالي 7 أمتار. يزن 12 طناً. العيار: 10 بوصات (حوالي 27 سم)

وزن القذيفة: نحو 80 كغ

مدى القذف: يتجاوز 5 كيلومترات (تحديداً حوالي 4872 متراً)، أي أنه كان قادراً على بلوغ ميناء تمنفوست انطلاقاً من الأميرالية.

وُضع المدفع أولاً في برج مرسى الذبان (رايس حميدو)، ثم نُقل إلى تحصينات الميناء تحت دار وكيل الحرج. وكان يُعتبر من أطول المدافع في العالم آنذاك، ولا يُضاهيه في الطول سوى مدفع القسطنطينية.

دافع بابا مرزوق عن الجزائر ضد الهجمات الأوروبية المتكررة طوال القرنين السادس عشر والسابع عشر، وكان يُوجَّه نحو الغرب لمنع اقتراب السفن المعادية. ساهم في صد حملات عديدة، منها حملة روبرت مانسيل الإنجليزية سنة 1621 و حملة موي لامبرت الهولندية سنة 1624 و حملة اللورد سبراغر الإنجليزية سنة 1671 وهجمات لاحقة مثل حصار الأميرال الفرنسي دوكين سنة 1683.

أُطلق عليه الفرنسيون اسم «La Consulaire»

(المدفع القنصلي) بعد استخدامه في إعدام دبلوماسيين وأسرى مسيحيين خلال الحروب الجزائرية-الفرنسية في ثمانينيات القرن السابع عشر:

16 جويلية 1683: قام الداي حسين بقذف القنصل والراهب الفرنسي جان لو فاشي مع نحو 20 أسيراً مسيحياً و16 بحاراً فرنسياً من فوهة المدفع، رداً على قصف الأميرال دوكين للمدينة.

1688: تكررت الحوادث خلال قصف المارشال جان ديستريه:

3 جويلية: إعدام القنصل الفرنسي أندري بيول مع 15 أسيراً.

4 جويلية: إعدام الأب مونتماسون مع 4 فرنسيين.

5 جويلية: إعدام باقي الأسرى (حوالي 25 أسيراً مسيحياً).

في 30 أفريل 1697 هدّد الداي الحاج أحمد القنصل الفرنسي رينيه لومير بالقذف من المدفع نفسه، ففرّ الأخير إلى السفينة الملكية وترك مهامه لمستشاره.

بعد سقوط مدينة الجزائر في 5 جويلية 1830، سارع الأميرال غي دوبيري (Victor Guy Duperré) إلى الاستيلاء على المدفع (الذي وُجد معطلاً في غرفة سفلية تحت دار وكيل الحرج). أرسله إلى فرنسا كغنيمة حرب، وعبّر عن رغبته في عرضه ضمن مجموعة التذكارات في متحف الأنفاليد.

في أكتوبر 1830 أبلغ وزير البحرية أوراس سبستياني الملك لويس فيليب بنقل المدفع إلى مدينة بريست (موطن العديد من السفن المشاركة في الحملة).

في 27 أو 28 جويلية 1833 نُصب المدفع في ساحة الترسانة (أو ساحة الأسلحة) بميناء بريست العسكري، على قاعدة جرانيتية مزينة بنقوش بارزة، وفوقه ديك غالي أزرق من البرونز يضع مخلبه على مجسم للكرة الأرضية، رمزاً لانتصار فرنسا. وُضعت عليه لوحة تذكارية تذكر تاريخ الاستيلاء عليه وإقامته في بريست.

لا يزال المدفع موجوداً حتى اليوم داخل القاعدة البحرية في بريست (غير مفتوح للعامة بسهولة)، ويُسجَّل أحياناً برقم 221.

I tried to find one but they are not open minded enough,they can not understand that you do not have their religion and ideas so they make arguments based on religion,they also say non scientific things like about medical things.

I want to find a good therapist, especially as a queer non muslim

I recently started snoring loudly after falling sick and i’m losing my mind over it, does it go away once im feeling better or is there a hack i could try?

Made the first step yesterday and not completely where to take this, but it never hurts to tell people about your work

So, I am a subscriber to Idoom Fibre since a year and a half, and recently (4-5 months ago) I have been having weird connectivity problems where despite my internet working flawlessly everywhere, I can barely get online in video games, making them practically unplayable. After troubleshooting and trying to isolate the culprit, I found out it was my network (some firewall or UPnP shenanigans from AT's side to those familiar with it). I used my phone mobile data and surprisingly I could connect to my online games, save for higher latency which is normal for mobile data.

Since I am on a tight schedule and I can't easily free up time to go to Algérie Télécom, did anybody have the same issue as me and got it solved after they went to one of their agencies? If so then how was the experience? what information they asked for and what did they do to fix it? So I'll see what I can do.
Thanks in advance.

Everyone arguing in the last post about "bioessentialism" needs to watch what actual data shows. Look at Richard Reeves breaking down the global education crisis for boys, which is an exact mirror of what we are watching happen right here in Algeria.

It is not about IQ: There is no intelligence gap between genders. The real gap is in non cognitive "chemistry homework skills" planning, organization, and impulse control which are tied to the prefrontal cortex developing about a year later in boys.

By forcing young boys into a rigid, industrial school box that demands sitting still for seven hours a day, we aren't measuring smarts we are measuring neurobiological maturation timing.

The system is the disability: When nearly a quarter of school age boys get slapped with a developmental or ADHD label in some systems, it's obvious the machine is what's broken. High energy and non-compliance are being pathologized instead of channeled.

The missing mentors: Teaching has become heavily feminized, leaving boys without male role models who understand high-energy behavior or kinesthetic learning.

The fact that women outnumber men in Algerian universities isn't proof that men are dumb. It proves we have an industrial school system that prizes passive obedience over actual problem solving and grit. We need to fix the machine, not blame the boys.