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Iran Film Week 2024 Held in Vietnam

Film Week 2024 was organized to commemorate 50 years of diplomatic relations between Iran and Vietnam Hanoi Iran Film Week 2024, was organized from January 10 – 14 at the National Cinema Center here to commemorate 50 years of diplomatic relations between Iran and Vietnam. Five Iranian films were screened during the 5-day event,

Remembering Pakistani Poet Fahmida Riaz, Who Feared Fanaticism Everywhere

For Fahmida, personal freedom and Constitutional democracy were inherently intertwined with the idea of justice On a sultry Karachi afternoon in 2017, at the iconic Beach Luxury Hotel where I was speaking at a Literature Festival, I spotted Fahmida Riaz in a wheelchair. Making my way through the crowds, I rushed to her and offered my

MY PLANET IS MY CHOICE – A Poem from Bosnia Herzegovina

Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina, shares his poem on love for planet Hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Maid is 23 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry. He is moderator of the World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity, held in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual Art

Women – Poetry from Greece

Eva Petropoulou Lianou, a renowned poetess and author of children’s literature from Greece, the cradle of Western Civilization, shares her poems Eva Petropoulou-Lianou was born in Xylokastro, Greece. In 1994 she worked as a journalist for the French newspaper “Le Libre Journal” but her love for Greece won her over and

When memories poured out on my head!

I am a winter lover. However, I hate the rituals of getting out the heavy clothes from their storage. I try to withstand the cold as much as I can till I reach the point of freezing. Overnight, I develop an urgent need to open my closet and get them out. I do and as soon as I open the wardrobe door I find myself smothered with photos falling