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Remembering Pakistani Poet Fahmida Riaz, Who Feared Fanaticism Everywhere

For Fahmida, personal freedom and Constitutional democracy were inherently intertwined with the idea of justice On a sultry Karachi afternoon in 2017, at the iconic Beach Luxury Hotel where I was speaking at a Literature Festival, I spotted Fahmida Riaz in a wheelchair. Making my way through the crowds, I rushed to her and offered my

The ICU of History – A Poem from India

A poem by Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, the towering literary figure of India, with Polish translation Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, the towering literary genius of the twenty-first century from India, is the second Indian author after Gurudev Rabindra Nath Tagore, who has been conferred the Honorary Membership of the prestigious Serbian Writers

Naguib Mahfouz, the Narrator and the Artist

We are not exaggerating when we emphasize the exceptional role that the great novelist Naguib Mahfouz played and influenced in contemporary Arab culture; a role that transcended the boundaries of literary narration to the spaces of the arts that touched them. If cinema is the most important and most famous of these arts, then I am writing on

Blue...

In my recollection, I don’t remember the years of my life being smooth. They never were. Many doors remained shut, access was difficult, patience was stretched thin, and the end goals often seemed or still seem distant. Isn’t that the case for everyone's life? Indeed, my friend, without the slightest doubt, it is! Like

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