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New research has identified yet another way that spaceflight tampers with the human body. A study involving samples flown on four SpaceX resupply missions to the International Space Station has revealed that space travel accelerates the aging of blood-forming stem cells crucial for blood and immune system health. The scientists in the

BOOK | The Eidetic Memory of the Opulence of Narcissism

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Ivory Coast hosts Arabic Poetry Forum

Under the patronage of H.H. Sheikh Dr Sultan bin Mohammed Al Qasimi, Supreme Council Member and Ruler of Sharjah, the Republic of the Ivory Coast hosted the fourth edition of the Arabic Poetry Forum in the capital, Abidjan. The event was organised by the Cultural Affairs Department at the Sharjah Department of Culture, with the

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Students are leaving the country due to substandard, expensive education and a lack of opportunities. Mujtaba Rehman| Swabi KPK Education is the most important and powerful tool in this modern century. Education is not just about reading textbooks but it is the learning of skills, good behavior, being respectful in the

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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