Zalamit Podcast DZ زالاميط: تعلّم الإنجليزيّة بالدّارجة

سلام يا ناس، راكو ملاح؟ لي حبو يقراو إنجليزية،ولا صينية ولا يديرو إستشارة ، تلقاو كامل الروابط هنا لتحت. ولي حبو يكونو سبونسور لحلقة (حتى و تكونو أفراد برك ماشي بسيف عنكم شركة) أبعثولي إيميل:Sponsor an episode: Email: pr.asma.benmoussa@gmail.com حجز إستشارة👇Gosra with Asma "Coaching": ⁠https://forms.gle/uLxBU9LaPAmbPtMh9⁠Zalamit Method 6-Week English Course Description: ⁠https://youtu.be/fJ8-GmLH5ys?si=JKUkgAPezULcXtw-⁠Register for Zalamit Method here: ⁠https://forms.gle/DEFTjvEuTq8kBKfM9 ⁠Cours de Chinois En Ligne: ⁠https://forms.gle/QGbdgu2PxNSwwLPr9⁠تحبو نكمل القصرة في الإنستجرام ، مرحبا بيكم: Instagram: Kahwa ou Podcast DZ: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/kahwaoupodcastdz/⁠Zalamit Podcast: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/zalamit.podcast/⁠Kahwa ou Chinois: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/kahwaouchinwa/⁠Text: Cognitive Biases"You might not realize it, but your brain is constantly taking shortcuts. These shortcuts help you make quick decisions, but sometimes… they lead you in the wrong direction. That’s what we call cognitive biases—systematic errors in the way we think.So, let’s break down some of the most common ones.Anchoring Bias Imagine you’re shopping for a winter coat. The first one you see is 12 000Da. The next coat you find is 8000Da. Suddenly, that second one feels like a bargain—even if it’s still overpriced. That’s the anchoring bias: the tendency to rely too heavily on the first piece of information we get.Confirmation Bias Now, think about scrolling through social media. You click on articles that agree with what you already believe, and ignore the ones that challenge you. That’s confirmation bias: we search for, interpret, and remember information that supports our existing views. It’s comfortable… but it can also keep us trapped in our own bubbles.Availability Heuristic Here’s another one: the availability heuristic. If you’ve just seen a news story about a plane crash, you might feel flying is dangerous—even though statistically, it’s one of the safest ways to travel. Why? Because dramatic events stick in our memory and feel more common than they really are.The Halo Effect This one’s sneaky. The halo effect makes us assume that if someone is good at one thing, they must be good at everything. For example, if an actor is attractive and charming, we might think they’re also smart, kind, and trustworthy—even if we don’t actually know them at all.The Dunning-Kruger Effect And of course, the famous Dunning-Kruger Effect. This is when people with low ability in a subject overestimate their competence, while true experts often underestimate themselves. Basically—it’s the reason why the most confident person in the room isn’t always the most knowledgeable.So, why does this matter? Because recognizing these biases can help us make better choices. Whether it’s in business, relationships, or everyday decisions, being aware of our mental shortcuts gives us a chance to slow down and think more critically.Next time you catch yourself jumping to conclusions or making snap judgments—pause. Ask yourself: Am I falling into a bias trap?"Thank you for listening.And thank you for learning new things everyday :)

Register for Zalamit Method Course:https://forms.gle/cTy7JAN2z5Pc2MJt6Email me: pr.asma.benmoussa@gmail.comFollow me on Instagram: @zalamit.podcastText: "Sam: Leila! Wow, it’s been ages. How have you been?Leila: Sam! I know, it feels like forever. I’ve been good, just really busy with work. I’va actually accepted a new position in the marketing department and it’s been quite the learning curve. Definitely challenging but I’m loving it. How about you?Sam: Same here. Work has been intense, but I’ve managed to find time for some hobbies. For a while I did nothing but work and I felt myself going down the slippery slope towards burnout. I had to take a break and rethink my priorities. So now I take time for myself and the things I care about. I actually started learning the guitar.Leila: No way! That’s amazing. How’s it going?Sam: Slowly, but I can play a few songs now. What about you—still painting?Leila: Yes, actually. I joined a local art group, and we meet every weekend. It’s been so refreshing. I have even made a few friends there and even though we have very different lives we have the love of painting in common.Sam: That sounds great. And how’s your family?Leila: They’re doing well, thanks. My sister just had a baby, so I’m an aunt now!Sam: Congratulations! That’s wonderful news. How’s the little one?Leila: She’s adorable—tiny, but already so full of personality. I am going to go visit them tonight actually. I miss her so much even though I saw her just three days ago. What about your family?Sam: Everyone’s good. My parents are enjoying retirement, traveling a lot. And my brother moved back to the city, so we see each other more often now.Leila: That’s nice. It must feel good to have him nearby again.Sam: Definitely. And what about our old group of friends? Have you kept in touch with anyone?Leila: A bit. I still talk to Maya sometimes—she just started her own business. And I ran into Tom a few weeks ago; he’s teaching now!Sam: Wow, Tom as a teacher—I can actually picture that. We should try to get everyone together sometime.Leila: Absolutely. It would be so fun to catch up properly, like the old days.Sam: Let’s make it happen."

Zalamit Method 6-Week Course : https://forms.gle/4EixneaA1rMrs12F9Youtube Playlist about Learning : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD_a-JN_PgTV226PHFQQ-QgA0D4rq10UsText: It’s Like Riding a Bike"They all keep saying, “You’ll be fine—it’s like riding a bike.” Honestly? I’m not so sure. Five years is a long time. Five years of diapers, school runs, nap schedules, and laundry (so much laundry). Now I’m supposed to just… get back on the bike like nothing happened?I used to know exactly what I was doing. Meetings, deadlines, reports—I could juggle it all with one hand and a coffee in the other. But now? Now I juggle snack times, lost shoes, and toys on the living room floor. And as much as I love my kids, part of me has missed that other version of myself—the one with sharp ideas and actual adult conversations.But the truth is, I’m nervous. Things change in five years. Technology moves on. People move up. I’m scared I won’t recognize the place—or worse—that they won’t recognize me. What if I don’t fit anymore?I start overthinking but then I stop and remind myself—these last five years have been work. Hard work. Maybe it didn’t come with a paycheck, but managing small humans is no small job. Patience, multitasking, problem-solving, negotiating, mediating, marketing (Have you ever tried to convince a toddler to go to bed?)—I’ve been training this whole time, just in a different way.So yeah—I might wobble a bit at first. Might fall once or twice. But I know how to get back up. And honestly? I’m ready to feel like me again."

Zalamit Method Six-week Course Formhttps://forms.gle/eT9P28EFUhvVqRza9I don’t know what I was thinking. Honestly, I just went to the mall to clear my head. Get a coffee, maybe window-shop. And somehow, I walked out carrying a bag, a new pair of pants, and shoes that I definitely don’t need. I have nowhere to go with a pair of high-heels. It felt good at the time—like I was fixing something. Like the right outfit could magically make everything better. I did fail my exam. I have to face it and wrap my head around it. It’s not the end of the world, I know, but it does feel like it is.Now that I’m home, it just feels... stupid. The bag is nice, sure, but I already have one just like it. The pants? Tight. Too tight. I knew it in the fitting room, but I convinced myself otherwise. They might fit in two months if I actually stop having late-night snacks, but right now? They’re just sitting on my bed judging me. And the shoes? Beautiful. Completely unnecessary. And overpriced.It’s not just about the money—though, honestly, I could have used that for something smarter. It’s the feeling underneath it. Like I was trying to fill some weird empty space with shopping bags. And now I’m sitting here surrounded by them, wondering what exactly I thought I was buying. Confidence? Control? A better version of myself?I do this though, no matter what mood I am in. If I am happy, I go out and shop to celebrate. If I’m sad, I go for retail therapy. I’m tired of this cycle—buy, regret, repeat. Next time I feel stressed, I’m going to the park or I’ll call a friend. I’m not running to the nearest store pretending shopping is the answer.I just want to start spending my time—and my money—on things that actually matter. Things that still feel good after I’ve brought them home."

6-Week Online Zalamit Method English Course Form: https://forms.gle/SPJ1xP5hzHEhFyrv9Cours de Chinois En Ligne: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1YhuD2lihEdoAcxpuhnV-oC8MDC89XgOdIhrn82nwp-4/editText: " You know, people always say that having a steady government job is the safe option. A regular paycheck, health insurance, paid holidays… sure, that sounds good. But here’s the thing — when you work for the government, or for a private company for that matter, there’s a limit to what you can accomplish. You're following their rules, their schedule, their vision. You trade your time and energy for a monthly wage, and most of the time, you don’t even get a thank you. I mean, you could push hard to make an impact but it can be so hard going against the grain. Plus, it could all go to waste if a higher up decides to block your ideas and initiatives. There’s also a limit to how much you can earn and I don’t like that.when you work for yourself? It’s different. You’re the boss. You decide when to wake up, how to spend your time, and what projects to take on. If you want to try a new idea, no one says no. You just go for it. Only the market can decide. Every hour you work is an investment in your future, and the future of your family. There’s no limit on how much you can grow and how much you can make. That’s really motivating. Sure, it’s not easy. There’s risk. There’s stress. Some days, you might make nothing. But then one day, a client says yes, or your product sells out, or your idea finally works—and that success is yours. All yours. And for me, nothing compares to that feeling. Freedom, growth, creativity — that’s what I get from working for myself. I guess, at the end of the day, it’s a question of personality. It’s a personal preference. I personally can’t stand the feeling of stagnation. I had a government job for years but I ended up quitting. I worked hard but I felt like I was just spinning my wheels. My colleagues loved lounging, drinking coffee and gossiping. What was a pleasant life of low stress for them was a nightmare for me. I felt antsy and burnt out from boredom. Everyone thinks that you can only burn out from working too much. How about from doing nothing? Or doing something that is meaningless to you? So, what they call “the safe job” was unsafe for my mental health. I had to go.Anyways, I’ve learned more, grown faster, and felt more alive in the past five years of having my own business than in all my years behind someone else’s desk. I am grateful for what I’ve learned there but it wasn’t sustainable for me. So no, it’s not always safe. But I’d rather do this than anything else in the world. "

Zalamit Speaking Club Form: https://forms.gle/BHoktFS9dXnbuCQn8Text: We Make a Good Team"Soraia and Fatma worked in the same advertising company. They were great teammates. One day, their boss called them into his office. He said it was urgent. “Brace yourself, this is gonna be bad.” said Fatma to Soraia “We have a big project,” he said. “Bimo wants a new ad campaign. We need something fun and exciting to show why people love their biscuits! Oh, also, they want it by Sunday!” Soraia clapped her hands. “That sounds amazing!” Fatma nodded. “But also a little scary. We don’t have much time.” Soraia smiled. “Don’t be a wet blanket! This is a great opportunity to showcase our talent. Let’s be positive!” They got to work right away. Soraia sketched ideas for posters and videos. She was the artistic one. She drew smiling kids dunking Bimo biscuits into their cups of milk. Fatma wrote catchy slogans like “Bimo: The Taste of Childhood,the Taste Happiness!” By the end of the day, they had lots of great ideas. “This is going to be amazing!” Soraia said. The next morning, disaster struck. Soraia opened her laptop and gasped. “Oh no! The designs are gone!” Fatma rushed over. “What happened?” “I don’t know! Maybe my computer crashed.” Fatma took a deep breath. “Good thing I prepared for the worst. I saved everything on my USB drive. I knew something bad would happen.” Soraia sighed in relief. “Fatma, you’re a lifesaver! I guess it pays to be a little bit pessimistic ha.” They quickly got back to work. They made bright posters and a fun video showing a multi-generational family sharing Bimo biscuits during afternoon coffee. Even the famous mug with Noah’s Arch was there.” On Sunday, they presented their ad campaign to their boss. He watched the video and smiled. “This is perfect! Bimo will love it!” Soraia and Fatma hugged each other. “We did it!” Fatma grinned. “And we learned an important lesson—always have a backup plan.” Soraia laughed. “Yes! I’m the glass half full, you’re the glass half empty and together we make an excellent, realistic, safe, wonderful glass haha. We make a good team.” A week later, Bimo’s new ads were everywhere—on TV, on billboards, and on social media. Soraia and Fatma felt proud of their work.

Join Zalamit Speaking Club here 👉 https://forms.gle/XvAM2KjVvu5kithZAText:"Like every morning, Hadj. Ali took his plastic chair outside his house, placed it in front of the metal door, and sat down. He spent the whole day sitting there, watching the world go by. He’s always there, rain or shine. His house was painted blue, which was a bold choice in this neighborhood, most houses were not even covered in cement. There were red bricks as far as the eye can see. He painted it himself. Hadj. Ali was the eyes of the neighborhood. He saw children running to school, their backpacks bouncing. He waved to the mailman, who always smiled back. He watched birds fly from tree to tree, chirping their little songs. He noticed when young love started to blossom and when fights erupted behind closed doors.He was the eyes of the neighborhood but above all, Hadj. Ali was the friend of the cats, all the cats and kittens from around the neighborhood. He pet them. He played with the. He fed them. He loved the. One day, a boy named Sami stopped in front of Hadj. Ali’s house. “Good morning, Uncle!” Sami said.“Good morning, young man,” Hadj. Ali replied. “Where are you going?”“I’m coming to see you actually,” Sami said. “I have something to show you.”Hadj. Ali was curious. “What’s that?” He said.Sami giggled and got his phone out of his pocket to show him a video. On the video, one could see Hadj. Ali surrounded by a dozens cats. The cats seemed excited to see him. They were rubbing his legs and jumping around excitedly. “I put this video on the internet, and it had more than one millions views! I received many messages of people who want to send you cat food so you can feed all your cats.” Hadj. Ali was shocked. He wasn’t sure he understood everything, but he was very happy that the cats were going to get food.Later, a cat came and sat near Hadj. Ali’s feet. It was a skinny, orange cat with big green eyes. “You are a star now, did you know that?” Hadj. Ali said, laughing.Hadj ali was the heart of the neighborhood."

Zalamit Speaking Club Form: https://forms.gle/GdY5V3NsT7D1AQcQ9Text: A FloodI was standing on the edge of the pasture near Oued Djedi, watching the gray clouds gather over El Djelfa. The air was thick with the smell of rain, and the wind blew through the trees. Farmers nearby were hurriedly moving their sheep to higher ground. They were shouting and waving their hands. Every once and again, their yells mixed with the sound of thunder. Suddenly, the rain began, light at first, then heavy and relentless. The once-dry river bed began to fill up rapidly. Within minutes, the water was overflowing its banks. I was scared.The sheep were stuck in the middle of the river bed, huddled together. Their loud bleats were drowned out by the sound of rushing water. An old shepherd, holding a long stick, stepped into the water. He shouted and tried to guide the sheep to higher ground. Other shepherds joined him, using ropes to pull some of the animals to safety. I wanted to help, but my legs felt rooted to the ground, overwhelmed by what I was seeing.The water carried many things with it—branches, trash, and even a bright yellow bucket I had seen earlier. People from the village came to help. Everyone was wet and muddy, but they kept going.Just as quickly as it began, the rain stopped, and the water’s advance slowed. The shepherds, soaked and exhausted, managed to save most of their sheep, though a few were still stranded on small patches of higher ground. I was very impressed by their quick actions, their resilience, and their bravery. I was embarrassed that I didn’t help and a little shocked at how frozen I had been. As the sun broke through the clouds, casting a golden light over the muddy scene, I felt a strange mixture of awe and sadness. The river that was nothing more than dry rocks that kids play on had reminded us all of its power.