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 A Fraudster Who Defrauded the Story of His Own Fraud Me, Field Marshal El-Gamasy, and Translation When We Reach Our Eighties
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World-Renowned Composer Omar Khairat to Perform an Exceptional Concert Tomorrow in London

World-renowned Egyptian composer Omar Khairat, celebrated for his distinctive artistic vision, is preparing to perform a grand concert tomorrow, Saturday, May 23, at 6:00 PM at the iconic Royal Albert Hall in London, in a musical evening that promises a unique experience for lovers of art and music across Egypt and the Middle

When the Narrative Collapses…

In the summer of 1971, The New York Times published a set of secret documents spanning forty-seven volumes, which Americans came to call the Pentagon Papers. These documents revealed that the government which had sent its sons into the Vietnamese jungles was not merely managing a war, but also managing a narrative about that war—and

Me, Field Marshal El-Gamasy, and Translation

It is well known that mastering the art of translation requires several years of university study in order to properly command this responsible craft. I went through two amusing experiences during my military career that I will never forget. The first occurred because, owing to my background as the son of a British mother, I had full

When We Reach Our Eighties

When we reach our eighth decade, the memories of life begin to awaken and return—memories from the journey of life that have long been veiled by forgetfulness despite their importance and weight in shaping one’s character. Praise be to God, I have lived a life full of events and have experienced moments and encounters of

The Joy I Lived

By the grace and will of God, I have approached the middle of my eighth decade of life. I often recall moments, scenes, and people who brought me happiness, and I record some of them here. I remember the first apple my eyes ever saw—it was large, with a bright, glossy red color. I was three years old at the time, in 1945. I was