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Merely Living and Living with Purpose

Merely living reflects the meaningless emptiness known in philosophical terms as the Existential Void In contrast, living with purpose emphasizes consciously setting a goal for one’s life. Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden When the journey of human life begins, in childhood, living simply means eating, playing, and sleeping. But as

Pakistan wildlife reels under deadly floods

Disastrous deluges have displaced species including jackals, deer and jungle cats Displacement increases risks of human-wildlife conflict and retaliatory killings, say experts Aquatic species such as Indus River dolphins, freshwater turtles and crocodiles are also threatened Aamir Latif KARACHI, Sindh,

Heritage between the Past and Present

Societies engage with their heritage in various ways, ranging from preserving old traditions to adapting to contemporary changes Souad Khalil | Libya Heritage is an essential part of the cultural identity of any nation, as it combines elements of the past with features of the present and contributes to shaping the future. Societies

Mleiha Park reveals Sharjah’s thriving desert biodiversity

As the premier destination for eco-tourism within Sharjah, Mleiha National Park (MNP) stands as a notable conservation success story, giving visitors; both local and from afar; an opportunity to experience the majesty of the desert landscape, and come closer to nature. Established by Emiri Decree under the leadership of His Highness Dr

From Blind Despair to Quiet Resilience

On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali. Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing