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"When the Helpless Turns into a Saint"

The novel "Jews of Alexandria" by Mustafa Nasr begins in 1862 during the era of Said Pasha, the governor of Egypt, and continues until the era of Sadat and his visit to Jerusalem. Throughout this period, the narrative unfolds, transitioning with the Jewish characters in Alexandria from the fish market to finally settling in the

"Fox Fox" Novel: A Diverse Scientific Reference in History, Language, Arts, and Sciences

Have you ever seen a fox walking down the street at ease? Have you invited a fox to your home for dinner? Do the people in our lives masquerade as foxes, or are the foxes the ones impersonating humans? Are they vicious monsters or disguised devils, or does reality surpass all that, but we've gotten so used to it that our eyes and

Yesterday a Hunter.. Today a Prey

Three photographers who took pictures of Princess Diana and her Egyptian boyfriend, Dodi Al-Fayed, at the time of the accident that took their lives in Paris in 1997, are being tried for invading privacy. The three photographers were accused of taking photos considered inappropriate for the accident victims before and after their deaths among

A Precious Step

The old woman called me, so I followed her to her single room, because I didn't know what she wanted. I felt her bent back as she tried to enter her room lightly. She pointed to me with a weak whisper, "Please come in, professor, please." I stopped at the door, thinking she might have changed her mind, but she leaned a bit,

The Fountain

That fountain is from me And I am from it.. And the water rising from its mouth Descending between the toes of her feet Always reminds me.. And it calls me by my name And I remember it.. And I call it by the name of love What saddens me when I look at it Some cracks in its lungs And defeats in its eyes And