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Artificial beauty and Artificial Intelligence

Everything around us is either artificial or natural. Look around and you will find that you are blessed with flowers, fruits and vegetables, blue skies, stunning landscapes and a lot of divine bounties that not only add to the quality of our lives but are also a joy to behold. However, some items are seasonal and we cannot have them all the

Dance as Poetry and Painting

Dance is rhythmic movements performed by the body, usually accompanied by music, and is typically an organized way of expressing emotions through visible rhythmic body movements. The Arabic World Encyclopedia tells us that there are two types of dance: theatrical dance, and social dance. Theatrical dance is performed by professional

When Reality is Inspiring..

What caught my attention during a special celebration of Emirati Women's Day, where I was translating instantly from Arabic to English and vice versa, was the significant increase in the number of Emirati girls occupying various positions that were once exclusively reserved for men. My imagination and memory were filled with thoughts

Attraction and Admiration

A person spends most of their life captivated by beauty. Whether it be in people, material possessions, or natural scenes and tourism. Seeking beauty, venerating it is genetically coded into the human psyche. Focusing on the social aspect, we’ll talk about beauty in people. We are all aware of the existence of an objective

O World

Ah, O world.. what again? You delight in my pain and increase my sorrows, Even the wounds are racing to see which comes first, Days have become hard, and years are against me, Ah, O world, what again? By God, O Sheikha, stop my sorrows, Destined for me the bravest folks to assist me in hardship, And in my time, the