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Bright Wet Eyes – Poetry from Italy

Bright wet eyes I saw those eyes Completely pervaded by blinding light Where I mirrored without veils. I still have them inside of me, Hidden in a secret place of my body, Where no one can get in. Beyond the infinity of that look, Your happiness The one I gave you The one we could breathe Like vital

Climate Change: End of Eternal Ice

Many glaciers will not survive this century Glaciers in many regions will not survive the 21st century if they keep melting at the current rate, potentially jeopardizing hundreds of millions of people living downstream, UN climate experts said on the first World Day for Glaciers. Together with ice sheets in Greenland and Antarctica,

Understanding the Controversy

Canal Construction on River Systems and the Concerns of Sindh and Its People Prof Dr. Abdullah G Arijo The ongoing debate regarding the construction of canals on river systems in Pakistan has raised considerable concerns, particularly for the people of Sindh province. This dispute, which interweaves political, environmental, and social

Poetry: Burning My Mother’s Memories

Burning My Mother’s Memories The children gathered in the empty house, Burning the objects filled with their mother’s memories. Books on the low wooden desk, Worn and scarred in many places, Disappeared into the flames, Covered in dust. The medicine cabinet, polished smooth From being opened and

Poetry: When Love Disappears

WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARS And that trace that is no longer persistent I still remember those times When love was persistent In ourselves when it least challenges I know that meaning is what I seek And that person can only be you Because every hope of mine is a part of the soul That must not be lightly trampled