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Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-7

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt “You built your glory on facts, and I will destroy it with rumors.” Ashraf Aboul-Yazid This is the curse of “Mustafa Sanad,” O Translator. The

Reincarnation as a second chance

Reincarnation is understood in connection with someone who is no longer living. It is believed that the “soul, consciousness or the spirit comes back into a baby’s body.” By Zeenat Khan Here was a time I would reject those Who were not my faith! But now, my heart has grown capable Of taking on all

Unreal – Mystic Poetry from India

What stays with man finally, is his essential being The unreal sheds off, like this body, upon our death. Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, based in Chandigarh, is an Indian poet and scholar credited with 170 plus books of English

Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-5

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt “In the cold, we will taste the bitterness of exile for the first time. And in exile, we will taste the cold for the first time.” Here you are, alive before me

Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-2

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt “In exile, beginnings are difficult, but endings are like earthquakes—unpredictable to their victims.” I felt a sense of awe that transcended the threshold of