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A Movie Called War – Poetry from Korea

Where to film war movies Battleground On the set of a war movie on this planet! Sungrye Han, a seasoned poetess from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poetry Sungrye Han from Republic of Korea (South Korea), is a poet, translator (Japanese – Korean), and adjunct professor. She majored in Japanese language and

Mohamed Baraka in (The Lady's Tavern): Is it True that Love is Overwhelming?

I almost claim that the art of autobiography in Arabic literature has been greatly wronged by its writers, who have taken it out of the framework of history, documentation, and written confession, into the space of beautifying the writing selves, improving faded images, and even inventing fake histories that rely on ignorance of the

Hundreds of Rohingya forced to return from Bangladesh border after drone strike

Ankara A drone attack that killed over 200 fleeing Rohingya Muslims near the Bangladesh border on Monday last has forced hundreds to return to their hometowns, while thousands are still taking shelter in paddy fields awaiting to cross into neighboring Bangladesh, a rights group said on Sunday. Risking their lives, a few hundred have

Dress for Wednesday – Short Story from Uzbekistan

The love story of a lonely juice-seller woman of a small remote town The woman combed her hair, sprayed violet-scented perfume on her neck, put on a yellow flowered dress and went to the railway station. When spring comes the hill turns green, and the tree next to the house blossoms. The clouds floating in the clear sky and the

Their General Secondary Certificate and My Own

Even after all this time, I still remember the day the General Secondary Certificate results were announced. I went to my school alone that day. I wasn’t afraid but rather expectant. Everyone was present – teachers, classmates, and administrative staff. The first person I saw was my philosophy teacher. I shyly smiled at her, only