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Ana Stjelja: To a Palestinian Child (poem)

I see tears in your eyes The lost childhood Scattered houses Displaced I feel the pride in your heart For being who you are On the land of endless wars What is your fault? Your sky is colored in blood Your silence is broken By the sound of missiles Instead of fresh breeze You smell

Artists in Times of Humanitarian Crisis

Anthropologists are of the view that art is a creative capacity of humans and is culturally universal in all human cultures and societies. For the students of anthropology, art is a crucial form of cultural expression and communication and has existed in human societies since ancient times. Anthropologists point out that the early humans used

YOGA FOR CEASEFIRE

Celebration, Unity, and Hope: A Joyous Advocacy for Global Peace and Ceasefire in Gaza [The cosponsoring organizations had organized half day yoga and meditation gathering on January 13, 2024 at Brooklyn Heights so that come together for an end to the current conflict in the Middle East. With the death of almost 1,200 Israelis and more

‘Write My Name’ Poem and Bare Life of Palestinian

The poem ‘Write My Name’ by Zeina Azzam is a brief reflection on the plight of Palestinian people in Palestine Write my name…. Write my name on my leg mama… Use the black permanent marker, with the ink that doesn’t bleed if it gets wet, the one that doesn’t melt if it’s exposed to

Remembering Pakistani Poet Fahmida Riaz, Who Feared Fanaticism Everywhere

For Fahmida, personal freedom and Constitutional democracy were inherently intertwined with the idea of justice On a sultry Karachi afternoon in 2017, at the iconic Beach Luxury Hotel where I was speaking at a Literature Festival, I spotted Fahmida Riaz in a wheelchair. Making my way through the crowds, I rushed to her and offered my