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Ghassan Kanafani – Remembering a Rebel Palestinian Journalist, Writer and Political Activist

Ghassan was 36 years old when he died along with niece in a bomb explosion planted in his car in Beirut on July 1972 In Beirut, on July 9, 1972 – Ghassan Kanafani climbed into his Austin 1100 car with his 17 year old niece Lamees, switched on the ignition and triggered a bomb planted by the Israeli Mossad. He and Lamees were killed

WPM America and Colombia Hold Poetry Readings for Palestine

World Poetry Movement America will organize poetry reading on Feb 28, and WPM Colombia on Feb 29 In repudiation of the Zionist invasion and in solidarity with the struggles of the Palestinian people in Gaza and Rafah, the World Poetry Movement (WPM) América and Colombia are holding Poetry Reading sessions on February 28 and

15th Karachi Literature Festival begins on Feb 16

Under the theme ‘Sustainability: Words changing Mindsets,’ the 15th KLF will feature over 200 local and international speakers representing 8 countries participating in 75 sessions Karachi, Sindh The Karachi Literature Festival (KLF), a cultural and literary event, is back for its 15th edition from 16 to 18 February 2024, at

World Poetry Movement (WPM) Quick Round

A brief note on the activities of World Poetry Movement in China, Russia, Cuba, Egypt, Niger and India China The 1st Beijing International Poetry Film Spring Festival Gala 7th Feb 2024, with World Poetry Movement participation, including iconic poet Fernando Rendon, the WPM General Coordinator. Poster of the

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