Mohamed Monier Completes Writing of “Prisoner in Thailand” Ahead of Production and Casting Phase AI "Black Box" for Autonomous Vehicles Paves the Way for the Future of Smart Mobility The Literary Traveler: A Book Celebrating Ashraf Aboul-Yazid Through the Eyes of the World World-Renowned Composer Omar Khairat to Perform an Exceptional Concert Tomorrow in London My Assignment in the Socialist People’s Libyan Arab Jamahiriya Arab Media Platforms Spotlight Egyptian Students’ Sustainable Food Innovation When the Narrative Collapses… Memories of Abdeen and Maadi
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Dubai Digital announces the name of the first Emirati virtual character to participate

Digital Dubai extended appreciation to community members for their enthusiastic participation in its recent interactive initiative to choose the name for the first Emirati virtual character. Nearly 14,000 people took part in the vote, which concluded with “Latifa” receiving 43% of the votes, followed by “Mira” with 37%

Drone pilots from 11 countries compete in Moscow race

Drone pilots from 16 teams representing 11 countries, including Australia, Germany, India, Spain and France, gathered at the Skolkovo Innovation Centre in Moscow to take part in an international drone racing competition. Footage released by Viory showed pilots manoeuvring drones through challenging obstacles at high speed, as spectators

I Hate Benjamin (2–2)

And it is not only writers and intellectuals who have been swept into this snowball of hatred; it has grown to include Jewish rabbis themselves. Dozens of leftist Jewish rabbis in the United States were arrested after organizing a protest demanding immediate aid to Gaza and an end to the blockade on the Strip. The rabbis staged a sit-in

I Hate Benjamin (1–2)

My hatred for him surpasses the length of the world’s mountains, and my rage against him is as vast as the roaring, frozen oceans. My fury at him is as massive as erupting volcanoes whose flames never die, and my anger at him as deep as the earth’s trembling core between the horns of a maddened bull. My loathing for him stretches

From Blind Despair to Quiet Resilience

On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali. Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing