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When We Reach Our Eighties

When we reach our eighth decade, the memories of life begin to awaken and return—memories from the journey of life that have long been veiled by forgetfulness despite their importance and weight in shaping one’s character. Praise be to God, I have lived a life full of events and have experienced moments and encounters of

Chinese Poetry: The Stone Carver

In the silence, he seems to hear a roar rising from the depths of the stone… Ma Peisong is Director of the China Poetry Society Ma Peisong, a Chinese poet born in the 1960s, currently resides in Mianyang. He is a member of the China Writers Association, a director of the China Poetry Society, as well as a member of the

Literature becomes a liability!

Literature has become a liability for the society as a whole, because it does not yield returns in terms of money and power If we want a better world, we shall have to revive literature and bring mankind back from the brink of unrealistic dreams of high life based on power and wealth Dr. Jernail S. Anand If we look at the focus

Nordic Peaks, Pristine Rivers, Valleys

Between the rhythms of wipers, the downpour, and Sindhi kalam, time melted away. After nearly 250 kilometers, we reached Karlskoga, where we stopped at a petrol station for a short break. By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden The Journey Begins from Stockholm It was barely a week since I had returned from New York in August 2023 when my

Cairo: The City of Thought

In the restless moments of waiting in Cairo, I wandered between the ebbing of words and the depth of ideas, torn between the ache of loss and the demands of study and the future ahead. I spoke to myself once, then again, then again—until I found solace in patience and summoned my unyielding resolve. I remained in the company of my