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MORAL CRIMES AND LOSS OF CHARACTER

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. *It is a pity those who have no sense of morality act as the final arbiters of character. *When we look critically around, we shall find we are in the company of soft criminals – soft because law does not detect them, nor bring them to

The Stone City – Poetry from Albania

Where the feet tread, Memories come down, Cobblestone alleys. Nurie Baduni, a poetess from Albania, a beautiful country known for high mountains, rivers and lakes, shares her poetry Nurie Baduni, born in Saranda, Albania, graduated from the University of Gjirokastër, majoring in Education with a specialization in

Basra existed – Poetry from Iraq

I used to visit there night and day, When sun and moon were locked in intimate embrace. Faleeha Hassan, a poet and writer from Najaf, Iraq, based in USA, shares her poetry Faleeha Hassan, a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright, born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to

SAJDA: THE THANKFUL GESTURE & MAN’S GOOGLE PLAY

The Great Sire deserves our ‘Sajda’, our whole hearted obeisance, our love, our respect and a promise, not to violate his commands They join their hands, and bow down, and sometimes just lie prostrate, in order to impress upon gods that they are in ‘sajda’, in a posture of absolute thankfulness, and surrender to

Time of Longing – Poetry from Albania

It’s harvest time, The parched field, Guards you, as the bread for the soul… The smile burns on the lips… Such a longing!!! Marisa Ashiku, a poetess from Albania, shares her poetry Marisa Ashiku, born in October 1981, in Lushnje, (Albania) currently resides in Voghera, Italy where she works with