الجزائر/ المسيلة: تحت عنوان “بنية تحتية عربية مرنة و مقاومة للكوارث.
الحملة تمت على مستوى الطريق الوطني رقم 08 بالحاجز الأمني مقابل مؤسسة إعادة التربية حول الوقاية والحد من حوادث المرور تم من خلالها توعية المواطنين واعطاء نصائح وارشادات وتوزيع مطويات بخصوص الموضوع
بحضور مصالح الدائرة ، الامن الوطني ، الحماية المدنية ، مقاطعة الغابات ، ممثل القسم الفرعي للموارد المائية، ممثل القسم الفرعي للتجهيزات العمومية، ممثل المؤسسة العمومية للصحة ، الكشافة الإسلامية، جمعية ابداع
الهدف هو ترسيخ قواعد الوقاية و التدخل و الحد من أخطار الكوارث في إطار التنمية المستدامة تغطية مزاري خلف الله
The essence of existence is like smoke, always shifting, always changing, yet somehow always present. It moves with the wind of thought, expanding and contracting, never quite settling but never truly disappearing. Perhaps to exist is simply to flow, to let oneself be carried by the great current of being without resistance.
Time is often called the soul of motion, the great measure of change, but what if it is merely an illusion? What if we are not moving forward but simply circling the same points, like the smoke from a burning fire, curling back onto itself, repeating patterns we fail to recognize? Maybe the past and future are just two sides of the same moment, and all we ever have is now.
The cosmos is said to be an ordered place, ruled by laws and principles, yet within that order exists chaos, unpredictability, and the unexpected. Perhaps true balance is not about eliminating chaos but embracing it, learning to see the beauty in disorder, the harmony within the unpredictable. Maybe to truly understand the universe, we must stop trying to control it and simply become one with its rhythm.
Friendship, some say, is a single soul residing in two bodies, but why limit it to two? What if friendship is more like a great, endless web, where each connection strengthens the whole? Maybe we are not separate beings at all, but parts of one vast consciousness, reaching out through the illusion of individuality to recognize itself in another.
Time is often called the soul of motion, the great measure of change, but what if it is merely an illusion? What if we are not moving forward but simply circling the same points, like the smoke from a burning fire, curling back onto itself, repeating patterns we fail to recognize? Maybe the past and future are just two sides of the same moment, and all we ever have is now.