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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

Poetry: The Deceit of the Journey

With steadfast tread I climbed triumph’s towering illusion, Mistaking vain success for life’s sovereign culmination. Dr. Sajid Hussain, a renowned poet from Rawalpindi, Punjab province of Pakistan shares his poetry on humanity and nature Dr. Sajid Hussain, born on February 1, 1969, in Morgah, Rawalpindi, Pakistan, is

Roses, Ruins, and Resistance:  Reading Ashraf Aboul-Yazid’s A Backyard Garden

Ashraf Aboul-Yazid’s A Backyard Garden is a profoundly human, polyphonic novel set in contemporary Egypt. It weaves together the lives of individuals in the village of Kafr El-Sarai, focusing particularly on the enigmatic figure of Sayyid Kamal—a hero of the Egyptian independence movement who retreats from public life to live

The Pharaohs of Hull City

In 1964, in Paris, the global Egyptian star Omar Sharif was filming his famous movie Doctor Zhivago. He was living at the time with his British actor friend Sir Tom Courtenay in the same apartment. Sharif noticed Courtenay’s deep passion for the results of the English football team Hull City, which was then playing in the second

Poem: Whispers of a Butterfly

Whispers of a Butterfly In morning light, on petals fair, A butterfly floats through the air. With wings of silk and colors bright, She dances in the golden light. She flits from bloom to blooming rose, A painter where the wild wind blows. No map, no plan, no single sound, Just graceful swirls above the