The world of spirits is peculiar. It's incredible how those who approach it align, and those who distance from it diverge. It's as if they have hearts that feel and minds that choose, meeting in an unseen and unfelt realm. Unknown, yet astounding. Perhaps the first question that troubles human souls and piques minds due to the
Without it, our lives turn into routine, colors fall around us, and everything becomes gray. The day begins without expectations and ends without achievements. Dreams fade, energy to get up every morning is exhausted, and we are haunted by the feelings of fatigue and exhaustion. We live without a motive that feeds our spirits and ignites our
The solitude I have long felt, the perpetual companionship for me, and the primary refuge for my sometimes disturbed thoughts. Often, I saw crowded places as empty despite the hustle and bustle and appointments. Despite numerous encounters, I never truly met anyone. Between me and everyone else there's a massive barrier, as huge as a
We are strong, our defeats do not show. We have learned that the world around us can transform and defy, manifesting in actions molded by the harshness of circumstances and trials. I can't resist anymore; the boundary between him and me has become fragile when I saw him for the last time in the arms of that flirtatious beauty. No, I
Mohammed Abdullah Al Breiki, director of Sharjah's House of Poetry, was keen to accept the invitation to participate in the celebration held in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, on the occasion of the centennial of the birth of Nazik Al-Malaika, a pioneer of modern poetry in our Arab world. His participation on the first day of the
