“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
On one of the days last week, I encountered a scene different from life. It is my habit to wake up early to give myself a space to welcome the day calmly whenever possible.
You'll find me early in the morning in front of a cup of coffee and a cup of milk tea looking at only one of four things on TV: 1- Tranquil music flowing with the
Written by Abu Al-Atahiya on the walls of his prison when he was unjustly imprisoned by Harun al-Rashid during the Abbasid period, the phrase "وعند الله تجتمع الخصوم" (Before God, opponents meet) has been passed down from mouth to book, reaching us today.
The Egyptian businessman Mohamed Al-Fayed passed away a few days ago on
