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,
In spite of great advances into the material world, men have not learnt the essential arts of living
If we compare a growing plant and a growing child, we will understand what the difference between men and nature is.
A plant when grows up, gathers a lot in its stem, and from here, it forms the grain, which is not meant for its own
This is my second article on Love which deals with Family Love. I have already discussed the idea of Fraternal Love. I am intrigued by the modern penchant for going solo which actually is a grave threat to the idea of family love. Can we narrow down the definition of the family to only one spouse with one or two kids to bring up? By
Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness.
*It is a pity those who have no sense of morality act as the final arbiters of character.
*When we look critically around, we shall find we are in the company of soft criminals – soft because law does not detect them, nor bring them to
‘My Feudal Lord’ is an autobiographical novel that revolves around a prominent politician and a feudal lord, Mustafa Khar and a woman, the author Tehmina Durrani hailing from a wealthy, ultra-modern family
Tehmina Durrani, a Pakistani writer, an artist, a human rights activists, was born on 18 February 1953 in an educated and
