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LOVE IS MY WEAPON – A Poem from Bosnia and Herzegovina

Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina, shares his poem on love and happiness Hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Maid is 23 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry. He is moderator of the World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity, held in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual

Sharjah Ruler opens Kalba Heritage Market

H.H. Dr. Sheikh Sultan bin Muhammad Al Qasimi, Supreme Council Member and Ruler of Sharjah, opened Saturday morning the Kalba Heritage Market, located in the Qalaa area on both sides of Sheikh Saeed bin Hamad Al Qasimi Road, which was restored and developed along with areas surrounding it. Upon arrival at the venue, Sheikh Sultan was

Algeria: Echoes of a million martyrs

On my second day in Algiers, my friend, Laeed Zaghlami, a Professor of Information and Communication at the University Of Algiers in Algeria took me on a sightseeing of the quaint and picturesque Algerian capital. From my Sofitel Hotel abode on Rue Hassiba Ben Bouali, Professor Zaghlami nosed his car into the Boulevard Hasselbard passed

Thani Al Zeyoudi honours winners of Mother of the Nation Jiu-Jitsu Cup

Dr. Thani bin Ahmed Al Zeyoudi, Minister of State for Foreign Trade, today honoured the winners of the Mother of the Nation Jiu-Jitsu Cup in Abu Dhabi. The event, held at Mubadala Arena in Zayed Sports City over the weekend, saw top-ranked female athletes testing their skills against each other across multiple divisions, including Adult,

For Whom?

The dirt-streaked, clenched hands stretched out, racing with eagerness, concentrating all the nerves of the body into a fist. At the edge of the grip, the meeting of the hunched shoulders made the hands grasp the void, dangling in the air. The eyes no longer saw the apple that once focused all gazes on a single point. A hand gripped