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Reborn the Heart – Albanian Poetry

World, world without sun, world without white clouds Be born again, it’s not too late to be born golden hearts… Blerina Pëllumbi, Albania-born poet, living in France, shares her poetry Blerina Pëllumbi was born in the city of Korçë (Albania). She graduated from Fan S. Noli University, majoring

AUC Hosts "Digital Universities in the Arab World" Summit

CAIRO – The American University in Cairo (AUC) is set to host the "Digital Universities in the Arab World" summit in collaboration with Times Higher Education. The event will take place at the New Cairo campus from September 16 to 18, 2024, under the theme "Innovation for Sustainable Digital Higher Education." The

Soldier – A Poem from India

You are brave, beyond doubt But how have you come to know Whether they are culprits or innocents Whom you do you shoot at! Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar, a bilingual internationally acclaimed poet and story writer from India, shares his poem Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar, is a bilingual internationally acclaimed poet and story writer. He

The Unseen – Poetry of an Albanian Exiled Poet

No one sees them, pretending not to notice, They remain the ghosts of misery living among us, Some whisper that they pollute us so much, Somebody who have never seen misery in life. Kujtim Hajdari, an Albanian exiled poet, shares his poems Kujtim Hajdari was born in Hajdaraj, on April 10, 1956, in the city of Lushnjë,

Bitter Orange by the Lebanese writer Basma ElKhatib

We follow the swing that the narrator took in “Bitter Orange” by the Lebanese writer Basma ElKhatib (Dar Al-Adab) as a deceptive, rotating place from which she appears to tell, between a backward jolt that overlooks a past in which the most painful thing is, and the most beautiful thing in it is almost absent, and a forward jolt