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Il cuore non ha passaporto

In sala operatoria scompaiono molte delle cose che, nella vita quotidiana, consideriamo estremamente importanti. Scompaiono la nazionalità, la lingua, il colore della pelle, la religione e lo status sociale. Davanti al medico rimane soltanto un essere umano che ha bisogno di una nuova possibilità di vivere. Quando il cuore

On Her Birthday.. Sana El Bissy: A Journey of More Than 50 Years Between Journalism and Fine Arts

On August 3, Egypt’s artistic and journalistic communities celebrated the birthday of Egyptian writer and journalist Sana El Bissy, one of the most distinguished figures to have left an exceptional mark on Arab journalism. For more than five decades, she has successfully combined the sensitivity of an artist with the precision of a

Mohamed Monier Completes Writing of “Prisoner in Thailand” Ahead of Production and Casting Phase

Mohamed Monier Completes Writing of “Prisoner in Thailand” Ahead of Production and Casting Phase Screenwriter, Author, and Media Professional Mohamed Monier has completed the writing of his new television drama series, “Prisoner in Thailand,” a 30-episode dramatic project developed as the first installment of a

Memories of Abdeen and Maadi

At the end of the Second World War in 1945, following the surrender of Germany and Japan, we were living in a ground-floor apartment on Hammouda Street, just a few meters from the southwestern outer wall of Abdeen Palace. This was due to the lack of available accommodation in my grandfather’s building at 24 Mostafa Kamel Street in

The Joy I Lived

By the grace and will of God, I have approached the middle of my eighth decade of life. I often recall moments, scenes, and people who brought me happiness, and I record some of them here. I remember the first apple my eyes ever saw—it was large, with a bright, glossy red color. I was three years old at the time, in 1945. I was