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Egypt

And We Have More

I have been, and continue to be, a proponent of what I termed the "One in a Million Club." The concept is simple: our beloved Egypt's population has exceeded one hundred million by several millions. Still, let's limit ourselves to one hundred million. The idea is to select one creative individual from every million in each

The Prince of Poets Between His Son and His Father

In 1947, Hussein Shawky (the son of the Prince of Poets, Ahmed Shawky) published his brilliant book "My Father Shawky" at the Egyptian Nahda Library in Cairo. He spoke about his relationship with his father, and his father's relationship with the rest of the family, whether the wife, the children, or the community outside Ibn

Bab Zuweila

Bab Zuweila, or Gate of Metwalli, is one of the gates of "Old Cairo" in the Egyptian capital, Cairo. This gate or portal is famous for being the gate under which the heads of the envoys of Hulagu, the Tartar leader, were hung when they came threatening Egypt, which eventually led to the defeat of the Mongols and the rise of the

World Organisation of Writers (WOW) Holds its First Tele-Conference

Correspondent, Russia: The First Teleconference of the general meeting of the initiative group of the World Organization of Writers (WOW) took place in the format of a videoconference. The event was attended online by world-famous writers and poets from Austria, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Egypt, India, Spain, Kyrgyzstan, Colombia, Nigeria,

“Egypt is my poetry”

Longing has led me to you, the entirety of my world, A stream of words in your love is scarce… The critics blame me for you, Ignore their blame, oh date of the palm tree. They don’t know who you are, Who I am, and what the evidence is… I was not a fanatic, But in your love, I