The memory of former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein's assumption of power; when this phrase is presented to us today after so many years, fleeting images from a long history pass through our minds, if only for moments. This is especially if you were
Last week, I left my car in Alexandria and returned to Cairo with my husband. Early in the morning, my husband dropped me off at my workplace near Cairo University. I had to figure out how to return to the Fifth Settlement in New Cairo, so I planned to
My adept psychiatric father, may he rest in peace, taught me how to give injections since I was a child, not realizing then that I would benefit the most from it, both physically and mentally.
He used to tell me that the human brain can only perceive
Nothing is as it was... My cup of coffee is no longer the source of happiness that I would wait for from night to morning to revel in the meaning of peace and tranquility. Its aroma no longer has the joy that once tickled my senses with love and
I love you today as the wave loves its shore,
And as the river loves its estuary.
I love you now, and I hear your voice coming,
It takes me in its hands,
And it elevates me,
Towards a space where Fairuzian songs are written,
And it
Through the clouds, through
The moon shyly breaks into view.
Form and emptiness ebb and flow,
Playing a game of hide-and-show.
Lee, Do yeon, an eminent poetess from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poem
Poetess Ms. Lee, Do yeon graduated from Busan Women’s University and received the 2013 Quarterly Culture and Literature Time Newcomer Award. She served on the
