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A dialogue woven of beauty and clinging to hopes..

Forgive the wisdom, the reward, and the noblest goal... The journey was tiresome for the mind, the soul, and the body... Unfortunately... We met on a ship, our admiration for each other bound us together. We faced strange things, circumstances separated us, but that's okay because the affection remained, and so did the specter... The

An Opinion on "Children's Literature" in the Arab World

Children's literature remains marginalized in most Arab countries, perceived as second or third-tier literature, much like detective novels. Consequently, critical studies of this literature are almost nonexistent, except for a few academic studies and dissertations for master's degrees. The public criticism is very distant from this

"State Awards for the Deceased..!"

When the state awards were recently announced, I was both happy and saddened at the same time, as the late Dr. "Mustafa Salem" received the state award for excellence in literature, and the late Dr. "Mohamed Anany" received the Nile award in literature. My joy was in them being awarded in appreciation for their

Morning Ramblings – Projective Identification

How many times have you felt a strange sensation overwhelming you, only to realize that you are not yourself? How many times have you questioned those feelings that suddenly envelop you without any preamble... How many times have you caught yourself suffering pain without a reason for the pain!... Angry without a trigger for the

The Guide Is Missing

I need you, my father Though time has passed I haven't grown up I need your voice to guide me I need your embrace to warm me I need your hand to heal me Your absence tires me, if only you knew With every step, I remember you And the memory in the heart bleeds Your daughter hasn't grown up She wants to sit