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A Journey into Sufism’s Mystical Soul

Delhi’s Sufi Heritage Festival is an ode to Delhi’s diverse traditions, faiths, and histories that seamlessly blend in a timeless harmony that defines the city’s soul By Suman Bajpai Writer and poet Saumya Kulshrestha launched Delhi’s Sufi Heritage Festival by reciting a verse from Amrita Pritam’s poignant

The Whistle That Saved a Life

One crisp autumn morning, as fallen leaves crunched under his feet, David pursed his lips to whistle his favorite melody. But something was wrong. The sound came out faint and broken, not the clear, bright tune he was accustomed to A Short Story from Sweden, based on a true event By Abdullah Usman Morai Every morning, David took his

A Celebration of Creativity Beyond Borders

On a warm Ramadan evening, despite the cool breeze, and on the banks of the Nile, Egyptian-French artist Abdel-Razek Okasha hosted an iftar at Darna Museum. The event was attended by a distinguished group of writers, artists, academics, and media professionals. The evening concluded with a special tribute to poet, novelist, and translator

Love in a Parisian Café: A Captivating Visual Experience

The collection of fifteen paintings vividly captures scenes from a Parisian café. The artist noted that the inspiration came from the street he lives on, naming the collection Love at Nazir’s Café on Our Parisian Street, and he did not forget to include the precise address: Rue des Abbesses, 75018. Le Nazir

Poetry: When Love Disappears

WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARS And that trace that is no longer persistent I still remember those times When love was persistent In ourselves when it least challenges I know that meaning is what I seek And that person can only be you Because every hope of mine is a part of the soul That must not be lightly trampled