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Ivory Coast hosts Arabic Poetry Forum

Under the patronage of H.H. Sheikh Dr Sultan bin Mohammed Al Qasimi, Supreme Council Member and Ruler of Sharjah, the Republic of the Ivory Coast hosted the fourth edition of the Arabic Poetry Forum in the capital, Abidjan. The event was organised by the Cultural Affairs Department at the Sharjah Department of Culture, with the

The Mighty Moringa: Life-Giving Tree

Once regarded as a modest backyard plant, Moringa is now being recognized by scientists and nutritionists as a powerful weapon in Pakistan’s battle against child malnutrition. Adapted to thrive in Pakistan’s arid conditions, Moringa grows fast, requires little water, and is nutritionally dense in every part – leaves,

I Hate Benjamin (2–2)

And it is not only writers and intellectuals who have been swept into this snowball of hatred; it has grown to include Jewish rabbis themselves. Dozens of leftist Jewish rabbis in the United States were arrested after organizing a protest demanding immediate aid to Gaza and an end to the blockade on the Strip. The rabbis staged a sit-in

I Hate Benjamin (1–2)

My hatred for him surpasses the length of the world’s mountains, and my rage against him is as vast as the roaring, frozen oceans. My fury at him is as massive as erupting volcanoes whose flames never die, and my anger at him as deep as the earth’s trembling core between the horns of a maddened bull. My loathing for him stretches

From Blind Despair to Quiet Resilience

On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali. Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing