In 1947, Hussein Shawky (the son of the Prince of Poets, Ahmed Shawky) published his brilliant book "My Father Shawky" at the Egyptian Nahda Library in Cairo. He spoke about his relationship with his father, and his father's relationship
On my way home from work yesterday, I was driving on a highway. I noticed a local dog trying to cross a five-lane road. By the time I saw him, he had already crossed three lanes and stood in the middle of the road, stepping two steps forward at times,
Bab Zuweila, or Gate of Metwalli, is one of the gates of "Old Cairo" in the Egyptian capital, Cairo. This gate or portal is famous for being the gate under which the heads of the envoys of Hulagu, the Tartar leader, were hung when they came
One of the strangest analyses I've ever seen in my life, and perhaps in all my readings of history. Two things happen in our world.
Firstly, distorting the truth into a rumor or lie, and the blame goes to the savage addiction to the "social
We are strong, our defeats do not show. We have learned that the world around us can transform and defy, manifesting in actions molded by the harshness of circumstances and trials. I can't resist anymore; the boundary between him and me has become
You know…
Being a daughter…
Isn’t just about being born.
It’s about—
Carrying your own silence
Like a second skin.
Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry
Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District Khapurpur and based in Karachi, the capital of Sindh, Nisar
