“Let us endeavor so to live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.” This very inspiring quote by the famous writer Mark Twain rings a bell in my head every time I hear that someone passed away. I open The Noble Quran and here is a very awe striking verse: “Neither heaven nor earth wept over them, nor
Critic Mahmoud Abdel Shakoor says in his book "How to Watch a Movie", that dialogue in itself is a difficult art complementing the art of cinema, pointing out that Egyptian cinema in its golden age relied on giants specialized in dialogue, such as El Sayed Bedeir, Abul El-Saud El Ebiary, and Badee' Khairy, who were assigned to
“I am busy”, said the sea. “I am busy, think of me”.
I remembered Sir Cecil Spring Rice’s poem when I sat idly on the seashore one day.
“I am busy,” said the sea,
“I am busy. Think of me,
Making continents to be.
I am busy,” said the sea.
I started watching the
She believes that there are events that have become buried in the past, eras that have passed, with which a stream of memories have faded and what has passed has died. However, everything became vivid before her eyes when she entered the elevator with her husband to reach the sought-after orthopedist. She had not anticipated or prepared for
White, limitless - the paper - spread out before him, stretching and connected to the spool beneath the desk, its edge touching the desk's edge. Beside the bed: stacks of memory sheets wrapped with a rope in irregular sizes, almost reaching the ceiling, drenched with the winter water leaking from the wall, ink spots trailed onto the
