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Morning Ramblings - Nothingness

When we say we are in a state of nothingness... we find it's a term unpalatable to everyone. What are you doing? Nothing!! What are you thinking about? Nothing!! And we find their arrows of accusations directed at us... You're lazy... You're a failure... You don't have goals. You don't understand the meaning of

Artificial Intelligence Crimes

Artificial intelligence has sparked concern about the many ways new tools can be used for fraudulent purposes; from data breaches to phishing attacks, where scammers trick people into sharing passwords or sending money to an unknown account, cybercrime is already one of the most common forms of crime. The victims of cybercrime are numerous

Five Loaves of Bread

Her back's curve, emanating from the darkness of her solitary room into the stairwell, cast a beautiful awe into my soul. Her slow, elderly, majestic steps made me gently bend, extending my hand as if I feared it might break. Then, spontaneously, I gently patted the arch of her forward-leaning back. When she lifted her face to mine, she

The Prince of Poets Between His Son and His Father

In 1947, Hussein Shawky (the son of the Prince of Poets, Ahmed Shawky) published his brilliant book "My Father Shawky" at the Egyptian Nahda Library in Cairo. He spoke about his relationship with his father, and his father's relationship with the rest of the family, whether the wife, the children, or the community outside Ibn

The War - An Alternate Way...

We are strong, our defeats do not show. We have learned that the world around us can transform and defy, manifesting in actions molded by the harshness of circumstances and trials. I can't resist anymore; the boundary between him and me has become fragile when I saw him for the last time in the arms of that flirtatious beauty. No, I