Perhaps friendship, like life itself, is fluid. Some people walk with us for a mile, some for decades.
By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden
The Unspoken Grief of Fading Friendships
It often begins quietly — a delayed reply to a message, a missed call that goes unreturned, a birthday that slips by unnoticed. There’s no fight,
In a world increasingly defined by digital conveniences and sedentary lifestyles, the age-old wisdom that “health is wealth” rings truer than ever. But beyond clichés, what does it mean to say that a fit body is an asset? An asset, by definition, is something of value that yields returns over time. It supports, protects,
Every July, as the monsoon clouds drift over my city, Moro and the winds carry the scent of distant mountains, a vivid memory returns to me like an old friend. It was July of the year 2000 — a full 25 years ago — when I embarked on an unforgettable journey to the northern areas of Pakistan. A journey that wasn’t just about
Surrounded by the lofty Aravalli hills, the place looked like a piece of Nandankanan. Eight royal men on horseback were riding toward Merta. After crossing a massive banyan tree near the fields, they arrived at a small marketplace. There, village folk had gathered with earthen pots, utensils, and other daily essentials. The villagers
Everything was drunk
With the fever of flame.
I was a gray rag, drained of all color.
Ms. Yoo Dong Ae, a poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poem
Poet Yoo Dong Ae was born in Namhae, Gyeongnam Province. She graduated from Jinju Girls’ High School, Jinju National Teachers’ College, and Hansung
