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The Stone City – Poetry from Albania

Where the feet tread, Memories come down, Cobblestone alleys. Nurie Baduni, a poetess from Albania, a beautiful country known for high mountains, rivers and lakes, shares her poetry Nurie Baduni, born in Saranda, Albania, graduated from the University of Gjirokastër, majoring in Education with a specialization in

Basra existed – Poetry from Iraq

I used to visit there night and day, When sun and moon were locked in intimate embrace. Faleeha Hassan, a poet and writer from Najaf, Iraq, based in USA, shares her poetry Faleeha Hassan, a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright, born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to

Haiku Poems from Croatia

A passing freight train In the grip Of childhood memories. Goran Gatalica, an eminent poet from Croatia, shares his Haiku poems Goran Gatalica was born in Virovitica, Croatia, in 1982 and currently resides in Zagreb, Croatia. He finished both physics and chemistry degrees from the University of Zagreb and proceeded directly to

SAJDA: THE THANKFUL GESTURE & MAN’S GOOGLE PLAY

The Great Sire deserves our ‘Sajda’, our whole hearted obeisance, our love, our respect and a promise, not to violate his commands They join their hands, and bow down, and sometimes just lie prostrate, in order to impress upon gods that they are in ‘sajda’, in a posture of absolute thankfulness, and surrender to

Time of Longing – Poetry from Albania

It’s harvest time, The parched field, Guards you, as the bread for the soul… The smile burns on the lips… Such a longing!!! Marisa Ashiku, a poetess from Albania, shares her poetry Marisa Ashiku, born in October 1981, in Lushnje, (Albania) currently resides in Voghera, Italy where she works with