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Khalifa International Award participates with seven new publications at ADIBF

Khalifa International Award for Date Palm and Agricultural Innovation, affiliated with the Erth Zayed Philanthropies, is participating in the 34th session of the Abu Dhabi International Book Fair (ADIBF), taking place from 26th April to 5th May 2025 at the Abu Dhabi National Exhibition Centre (ADNEC). The Award’s General Secretariat

Poetry: Seeking Life’s Wisdom

We search for life’s hidden meaning, Unraveling the secrets unseen. Miss Neeta J. Lalwani, a poetess from Ulhasnagar, India shares her two Sindhi poems with English translation Neeta J. Lalwani is based in Ulhasnagar, Thane, Maharashtra state of India. By profession, she is teacher. Her poems are published in Hindvasi

The Arrogance of Ignorance

To let ignorance rule is to let decay set in. But to nurture reason, even in the darkest of times, is to light a fire that can guide generations. Sindh, with its rich heritage of learning from Shah Latif to Sachal Sarmast, must remember that its true strength has never been in power or wealth, but in wisdom. Let us choose the harder

Nostalgia – A Poem from Korea

Nostalgia Insects’ cries, Even the weeping of blood, Fade away on the wooded hills, Each night silence sweeps over them like waves across a desert. The nostalgia soaked into my body paints my old hometown The rice field ridges, The furrowed ditches. When twilight brims over, Children who tended and herded

The Cycle That Never Came

Not all promises are fulfilled the way we expect. Sometimes, what we never receive becomes the reason we rise the highest. In a quiet village nestled beside the winding waters of the Rohri Canal, where the soil smelled of wheat and river silt, lived the Manjhi family. Their life was humble, stitched together by simplicity, love, and