Bright wet eyes
I saw those eyes
Completely pervaded by blinding light
Where I mirrored without veils.
I still have them inside of me,
Hidden in a secret place of my body,
Where no one can get in.
Beyond the infinity of that
On a warm Ramadan evening, despite the cool breeze, and on the banks of the Nile, Egyptian-French artist Abdel-Razek Okasha hosted an iftar at Darna Museum. The event was attended by a distinguished group of writers, artists, academics, and media
The collection of fifteen paintings vividly captures scenes from a Parisian café. The artist noted that the inspiration came from the street he lives on, naming the collection Love at Nazir’s Café on Our Parisian Street, and he did
Burning My Mother’s Memories
The children gathered in the empty house,
Burning the objects filled with their mother’s memories.
Books on the low wooden desk,
Worn and scarred in many places,
Disappeared into the
WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARS
And that trace that is no longer persistent
I still remember those times
When love was persistent
In ourselves when it least challenges
I know that meaning is what I seek
And that person can only be
Within every failure lies a lesson, and within every lesson, the seed of transformation.
Success is not a straight line. It is a winding, messy journey full of wrong turns, detours, and breakdowns.
Let us stop being zombie audiences addicted to highlights and embrace the raw, unfiltered truth: To learn more, we must fail more. And again and again—learn more, and fail.
By Abdullah
