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My Heart Wants to Stay Simple – Poetry from Bengal

My heart rather wants to stay very simple, even not to know what fancy and emotions are. Imdadul Islam, an eminent English and Bengali bilingual poet from Murshidabad, West Bengal, India shares his poetry Imdadul Islam, born on September 6, 1975 is a contemporary Indian English and Bengali bilingual poet and author who lives in the

Indus Script etched in Stones

This article deals with the Indus Script etched in stones in Khirthar mountain range of Sindh, Pakistan. Introduction This article deals with the Indus Script etched in stones in Khirthar mountain range of Sindh, Pakistan. The Indus Script is explored first time in Sindh out of Mohen-Jo-Daro Inscribed on rocks beside the rock art of

Gioia Lomasti & Marcello Lombardo: An Italian Poetic Marriage Tale

Interview By Alessia Marani, Almax Magazine, Italy Alessia from Almax Magazine: Welcome Gioia, it's a pleasure to have you here with us. I would like to start by asking you how your passion for writing was born and what were the key moments in your artistic journey? Gioia Lomasti: Thanks to you, Alessia, for this opportunity.

For the lights of Dreams – Poetry from Albania

He despaired of the word, his throat stopped The dreams of hope, time slams them. Prenda Sejdia, an eminent poet from Albania, shares her poems Prenda Sejdia was born in the beautiful village of Bugjon (Pukë in Albania). When she was still a child, her family moved to Tropoja where she also finished high school. Prenda

The Sweetness of the Nineties

Do you remember when we used to rush back from school to see what our mothers had cooked, whether it was stuffed vegetables or koshari with liver, and then we'd play Monopoly, or go to our rooms to play Amr Diab's new tape? When his tapes were released, cassette shops would be busy for a while and the lines would be long. Or we'd