‘Mrs.’ Breaks Free Of Everyday Patriarchy Short Story: The Curious Frogs Acacia Flowers – A Poem from Korea Short Story: Letters across the Stars Short Story: Engineers Trapped in Tunnel Dubai World Cup to be broadcast to record 170 countries UAE Team Emirates XRG regains lead in Volta a Catalunya A Journey into Sufism’s Mystical Soul
Business Middle East - Mebusiness

Money

The Connection between Children's Literature and the Literary World of Adults

By: Prof. Dr. Prithviraj Taur, Head of Marathi Department, Swami Ramanand Teerth Marathwada University, Nanded, India I am writing this essay for the First World Forum of Children's Literature, held in Antalya, Turkey. Thanks to President Margarita Al, World Organization of Writers (WOW) who initiated this event. My main

The Poets and Artists & the Philosophical Content of the Civilization

A civilization is not only borders adorned with iron bars, it lives in its arts, its culture, its thought and its books The people who steer the destiny of a nation are generally the rich people, who move the wheels of power, but certainly, they are not the best people around. The best people are the educated elite, who work with a hundred

Observation of an Expat: Florida – The Submersible State

Hurricanes are only part of Florida’s climate change problem. But more insidious is the impact rising sea levels are having on what has been nicknamed “The Sunshine State.” Hurricanes are only part of Florida’s climate change problem. That is not to in anyway minimize the dangers of extreme weather. Hurricane

Punya Bhumi – The Sacred Land – Mystic Poetry from India

It is the Punya Bhumi, The sacred earth on which A sacred thing like life is born And lived till its end. If there is any sin It is to destroy this earth, Defile its winds, its waters And to disregard its tiny stakeholders. Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his

Dress for Wednesday – Short Story from Uzbekistan

The love story of a lonely juice-seller woman of a small remote town The woman combed her hair, sprayed violet-scented perfume on her neck, put on a yellow flowered dress and went to the railway station. When spring comes the hill turns green, and the tree next to the house blossoms. The clouds floating in the clear sky and the