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Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-16

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt “In our profession, there is no love, there is enough skill to warm the joints during the long winter of exile.” The Lebanese is elegant, drenched in perfume. He

Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-14

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt You brought the stranger closer, And pushed the close one away, And gathered a lover to the embrace of a lover. Proximity is a fate, and distance is a fate. What do

Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-12

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt “I squeeze the wasted years, and from them, I drip the water of restored life.” What has happened to the minds of Egyptians? Why do they kick away blessings so

Novel: The Interpreter – Chapter-11

‘The Interpreter’ is the English version of Arabic novel ‘Al Tarjuman’, authored by Ashraf Aboul Yazid, an eminent writer and poet of Egypt “This country, from the start, was all sand… sand… sand… sand, maybe there were two palm trees, two camels.” This country has suffered a lot.

Short Story: The Path to Knowledge

Story of two students searching the scientific achievements, and wisdom from past centuries Shoxijahon Urunov | Bukhara The ancient streets of Bukhara seemed to reveal their secrets to each new generation at the break of dawn. Asadbek, a student at the Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute, strolled past the Kalyan Mosque early in the