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Ama Ata Aidoo: A Sparrow from Africa

The relationship between East and West, and the conflict between Eastern values and Western values, have been- and will remain - a subject of questioning, research, and a theme that stories, plays, novels, and travel literature deal with. - Tawfiq al-Hakim, “A Sparrow from the East”, a novel in print and a film

Watch: The Marriage Contract of Ahmed Hisham and Sandy Ahmed Among Family and Friends

Yesterday, Thursday, the marriage contract of Ahmed Hisham, a legal affairs officer at the National Bank of Egypt, and Sandy Ahmed Al-Baz, an interior designer, was held in the presence of a large number of family and friends. The marriage contract ceremony of Ahmed Hisham and Sandy Ahmed was attended by a large number of family and

Machine Intelligence and Human Emotion

Some funeral organizing companies in China are offering the possibility of virtual interaction with deceased individuals during their funerals, relying on artificial intelligence. These companies allow their clients to stay virtually connected with departed loved ones by creating virtual replicas of them using AI technology. One such company,

I have returned to you

In the depths of the primitive night, when tranquility seized the place, and calmness wore the cloak of time. The pleasant darkness of the night, mingled with the serenity of the moon, became so gentle - how to describe it when it was dispelled by the moonlight, forming a painting in itself framed behind nature amidst olive groves. There are

Five Loaves of Bread

Her back's curve, emanating from the darkness of her solitary room into the stairwell, cast a beautiful awe into my soul. Her slow, elderly, majestic steps made me gently bend, extending my hand as if I feared it might break. Then, spontaneously, I gently patted the arch of her forward-leaning back. When she lifted her face to mine, she