I have a problem. I must admit! I cannot just listen to people telling me about their own personal problems or worries without being fully absorbed in their stories. I feel for them so deep that I decide to be their spokesperson and speak up on their behalf so that the whole world see them and feel for them. This happens to me all the time.
Every person; young or old, child or adult, rich or poor has the right to read. No one can stop someone from reading a book or deprive him of his/ her right to devour words. In Cairo International Book Fair, I go every day and watch the crowds from two perspectives; one of a fellow reader and another of an author watching potential readers.
I was sitting with my American friend when a 10 year old girl joined us. We didn’t know her before but she asked to join our company till her parents come. She was a lovely girl and being in the club there was no reason to decline her request. I just wondered if she would bear with us. To my surprise she was so friendly and talkative.
I was once scrolling down my Facebook account and then I stopped at a post. It was Ms. Yvonne Ridley’s photo of 20 Scottish Muslims on a mission to visit a lonely grave in the Highlands. There they prayed and remembered the deceased with due honor. I was intrigued by the fact that the very grave is up the mountains and it belongs to the
I am a winter lover. However, I hate the rituals of getting out the heavy clothes from their storage. I try to withstand the cold as much as I can till I reach the point of freezing. Overnight, I develop an urgent need to open my closet and get them out. I do and as soon as I open the wardrobe door I find myself smothered with photos falling
All the lights, banners and jubilation around me in this specific time of reveals the advent of a new year. People are excitedly waiting for the clock to tick to flip the page and open a new one. They are ready with new clothes, fresh wishes and promising attitude. However, not all of them are acting the same way. Faces are not
