THE INDIAN PARADOX Should I import Date? When Love is Dumb – A Poem from Bosnia Herzegovina Migratory birds – Poetry from Bangladesh The Ganges River Flows – A Poem from Korea Pre-Partition Educational Institutions of Shikarpur Sindh ALTERING DIVINE EQUATIONS: THE TECHNOMAN AS A THREAT TO EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL BALANCE Rasool Bukhsh Palijo – An Undying Beacon of Light – Part-1
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Should I import Date?

Recently, while I was talking to an acquaintance, the other person bragged to me about dates. “I'm a businessman who lived in the Middle East.” He sent me a picture of a date palm tree and explained it as a 'palm date'. I guess he knew I didn't know about dates. I can listen to related articles many times and give

Migratory birds – Poetry from Bangladesh

At the beginning of winter, On a foggy night A flock of migratory birds- Flapping feathers on clouds! Prof. Dr. Sultan Muhammad Razzak, an eminent poet from Bangladesh, shares his poetry Prof. Dr. Sultan Muhammad Razzak (Ph.D., Lit. D, KNIGHT) born 1959 in Bangladesh is a well-known cultural thinker and an advocate for

Pre-Partition Educational Institutions of Shikarpur Sindh

The schools in Shikarpur were not just educational institutions but also architectural marvels, each with its unique character Before the partition of 1947, collective efforts from the Muslim and Hindu communities of Shikarpur led to the establishment of several educational institutions. This shared commitment to education was evident in

Yoni-Lingam symbols in Rock Art of Sindh

Presumably, the Yoni-lingam motifs were open-air temples in the mountainous region of Sindh Aziz Kingrani In Sindh, Rock carvings are more common in the hilly areas of the Khirthar mountain range, especially in the boundaries of Dadu district. The ancient rock carvings on the mountains of Sindh are unique from the rock carvings found in

The Caracas Cat

Despite the scarcity of meetings with the great Yemeni poet, critic and professor Abdulaziz Al-Maqalih, the most beautiful Sana’an mornings was when he hosted us in a poetry symposium in which I was among its readers, with the creative poetess Mai Muzaffar, and in the presence of the novelist friend Ali Al-Muqri. At that time, our