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Half a Sock Taught Me Life

I have the patience of Job when it comes to things, people, and everything that falls within the scope of my life. My son had a pair of socks, and we lost one of them more than ten years ago, but I kept it in a place known only to me. Yes... I am that patient and even more so over the years, and it's not a virtue, but a trait that

Ramadan "Trend" Mud-Slinging

The concept of media has changed in recent years, as traditional media outlets now seek to present content in an attractive manner through social media platforms. A prime example of this shift is the talk shows aired during recent Ramadan seasons. These talk shows, featuring artists and media personalities, have lately focused on

"The World's Box: Tales in Search of Puppet Strings"

From the doorstep of the title of the film "The World's Box," written and directed by Emad Al-Bahat, you know that you are inside a box that can contain everything, no matter how strange and disparate. Disparate yet united stories at the same time, connected by only a thin thread. Countless tales, as behind every person

Turning Away and Keeping at a Distance

Happiness is when your soul becomes accustomed to sadness and darkness, like the Stockholm Syndrome; you become a prisoner of your habitual sadness because you are familiar with it and it with you. You know when it will come to you and how to deal with it, and you bid it farewell, waiting for a new encounter. It is your constant companion who

The late poet Salah Abdel Sabour

I said to Mrs. Nazima, his office manager: I want to meet the professor! She asked me: Do you have an appointment with him? I said: No, but I am a poet from Alexandria, and I want to meet him. She smiled and said: I have instructions from the professor that any poet who wants to meet him should be admitted immediately. She opened