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Darkness

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

The Quest for Happiness – Reem Basyouni

It's quite inconceivable for one to dwell upon their past sorrows, conflicts, hardships, and sufferings without realizing that there's always a way out or relief, no matter how long it might take. If there were a profound maturity in human thought and consciousness, it would be logical for one to search for the elements of happiness

Dance as Poetry and Painting

Dance is rhythmic movements performed by the body, usually accompanied by music, and is typically an organized way of expressing emotions through visible rhythmic body movements. The Arabic World Encyclopedia tells us that there are two types of dance: theatrical dance, and social dance. Theatrical dance is performed by professional

The Silence of Wellness

I woke up that night troubled, with a different kind of heaviness in my chest. I wished to stay in bed, although nothing could soothe my pain except ignorance. I tricked my limbs into agreeing to a time to get up together. How can this body, eroded by the days, obey me so easily? I went for ablution and dawn had already been announced