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A Reading of the Novel "Wad Jeddah" by Novelist Mostafa El-Balki

Do you know "Fahim the tailor"? Of course not. Nobody around him knows this name even though it's his official name on documents. But when you mention "Wad Jeddah", distances and explanatory phrases become succinct. This title, which once was a mark of mockery and bullying, became unique to him. The cover

Do All Human Traits Trace Back to Childhood, or Is There Another Influence?

A child is born vulnerable, impressionable, ready to be built up or torn down. If left to his natural instincts, he would emerge into the world whole and healed, capable of both attack and defense, and able to fulfill his essential needs smoothly, free from any psychological stress. The traits of siblings often resemble one another due to

A Poet Awaiting Water's Whisper

Contemplating the title of poet Mohammed Hisham's first anthology, "Then Water Did Not Come to Us," one promptly realizes that there's an implied context which the poet chose not to disclose, leaving it up to the readers of the collection to infer. What transpired before the word "then"? Certainly, an event

The Quest for Happiness – Reem Basyouni

It's quite inconceivable for one to dwell upon their past sorrows, conflicts, hardships, and sufferings without realizing that there's always a way out or relief, no matter how long it might take. If there were a profound maturity in human thought and consciousness, it would be logical for one to search for the elements of happiness

A Ship and a Seat

In enchanting Istanbul, the capital of imagination, while others might be relishing joy, the elegant lady wasn't sharing the same moment. She rushed miles without feeling the pleasure of arrival, or the beauty of standing before the river. Oh, the sweetness and splendor of Istanbul's rivers! It's as if you're facing your