Seventy-seven years have passed since 1948,
The ruthless year of our diaspora,
Which somehow, we’ve come to accept as a destiny
And a tragic and despicable Palestinian fate.
Since then, we’ve continued to breathe,
Love, learn, laugh, and cry…
We’ve travelled to corners never heard of
And
A Mockery of Civilization
(An Apostrophe to the Bird)
O winged sentinel of the skies,
Perceivest thou not the dolorous firmament?
Doth not the noxious air offend thy senses!
Laden as it is with the metallic stench of blood?
Dost thou not discern the oppressed ones’ wails!
Lamentations of the vanquished
Writing poetry, searching the heart,
Let’s remember the past.
He wears the lamp of regret,
Crying is stupid.
Tuliyeva Sarvinoz, a poetess from Uzbekistan, shares her poetry
Tuliyeva Sarvinoz, a poetess from Uzbekistan, was born on November 8, 1999. She graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek
Anthropological study of causes behind vanishing culture of Otaqs, the traditional Guesthouses
Culture in terms of anthropology is the shared way of thinking and behaving of a group of people. This can be seen as the similarities found within a group of people. Culture helps a group of people to survive. There are many things in every
The branches of the oak tree and its bark
Have their own alphabet
Because those who are there understand
The path was paved with blood…
Dashnim Hebibi, a renowned poet and journalist from Kosovo, shares his poetry
Dashnim Hebibi, PhD, a journalist, poet, moderator, and publicist from Presheva, was born on June 12, 1976
