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Mrs. Chatterjee vs Norway

How can a mother be accused of kidnapping her own children? With tearful eyes and a throbbing heart I watched “Mrs. Chatterjee vs Norway.” I was so much touched by the movie that is based on a true story not only because I am a mother but also because I lived in the west for some time and I fully understand what it means to be

I am Palestine

Hands were tainted and corruption prevailed in the apple box I staked on. Rot spread and expanded after worms infested it. Our era lost its purity and now it flaunts its victories and imposes its dominance. It shed my blood and displaced my children. I lost my initial innocence in front of their eyes. They distanced from me gradually until my

A Reading of the Novel "Wad Jeddah" by Novelist Mostafa El-Balki

Do you know "Fahim the tailor"? Of course not. Nobody around him knows this name even though it's his official name on documents. But when you mention "Wad Jeddah", distances and explanatory phrases become succinct. This title, which once was a mark of mockery and bullying, became unique to him. The cover

Face to Face.. Cinema is Still Possible!

Critic Mahmoud Abdel Shakoor says in his book "How to Watch a Movie", that dialogue in itself is a difficult art complementing the art of cinema, pointing out that Egyptian cinema in its golden age relied on giants specialized in dialogue, such as El Sayed Bedeir, Abul El-Saud El Ebiary, and Badee' Khairy, who were assigned to

Once upon a childhood

In a warm friendly gathering I started talking with my friends about our childhood joys. We came from different countries and cultural backgrounds yet we shared the same memories and in no time the place was overwhelmed by sighs and wet nostalgic eyes. Childhood memories for us united our feelings and we were all talking enthusiastically