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I have returned to you

In the depths of the primitive night, when tranquility seized the place, and calmness wore the cloak of time. The pleasant darkness of the night, mingled with the serenity of the moon, became so gentle - how to describe it when it was dispelled by the moonlight, forming a painting in itself framed behind nature amidst olive groves. There are

Lake Burullus

Lake Burullus is the second largest natural lake in Egypt in terms of area, with an area of approximately 98 thousand acres, which has decreased by 50% from its original size due to infringements upon it. It is located in the Kafr El Sheikh governorate. Burullus is one of the centers of Kafr El Sheikh governorate, with its capital in the

Sinking Vessel... Doubts about the Coast Guard's Story!

The incident of the sinking of the illegal immigration boat off the Greek coasts should not go unnoticed. The Egyptian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Egyptian government should pressure the Greek public prosecutor to make the investigations public, including the attendance of representatives from the Egyptian government and the Egyptian

"Shalimar Sharbatly... The story of an Egyptian artist who paints on luxury cars (video)"

The program "El Settat," broadcast on "Al-Nahar" channel, hosted Egyptian artist Shalimar Sharbatly to reveal the story behind her artwork on some of the world's most expensive cars. Shalimar Sharbatly shared that she began in the field of drawing at a young age, working in her mother's atelier, who graduated

To My Father

To the great heart and fortified fortress that clung to my name, establishing its base, strengthening its pillars, and crafting its history. To the one whose memory continues to console me whenever nostalgia overwhelms me and my suffering prolongs. My pen humbles itself and bows down before you, apologetic... We have disrupted your