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When We Reach Our Eighties

When we reach our eighth decade, the memories of life begin to awaken and return—memories from the journey of life that have long been veiled by forgetfulness despite their importance and weight in shaping one’s character. Praise be to God, I have lived a life full of events and have experienced moments and encounters of

Article by Eng. Ahmed Bahgat – IT Expert & AI Projects Consultant

Title: How Educational Institutions Can Utilize Their Available Data Through Artificial Intelligence At the current stage we have reached, where technology has deeply penetrated every aspect of our professional and personal lives, data is no longer just numbers — it has become a strategic asset for decision-making. Today, both

Complex surgery restores health, hope for young patient at SKMC

SEHA, a subsidiary of PureHealth, the largest healthcare group in the Middle East, has announced the successful treatment and recovery of an 11-year-old girl who was diagnosed with a rare and serious craniofacial infection at Sheikh Khalifa Medical City (SKMC). What initially appeared to be a routine sinus infection progressed into a

The Art of Finding Stories in Numbers

Every day, countless numbers revolve around us—hidden in the daily accounts of shopkeepers, in household budgets, in the digits on electricity bills, and in children’s school fees. Most people glance at them and move on. But those who pause to read them closely know that numbers are not just digits; they tell entire stories. The

From Blind Despair to Quiet Resilience

On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali. Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing