Do you remember when we used to rush back from school to see what our mothers had cooked, whether it was stuffed vegetables or koshari with liver, and then we'd play Monopoly, or go to our rooms to play Amr Diab's new tape? When his tapes were released, cassette shops would be busy for a while and the lines would be long. Or we'd
Four years ago I visited Nepal. It is a small country, its right hand holds the palm of China, and its left hand rests on the shoulder of India, so that between them appears a nut in the jaws of a giant crusher… It has Mount Everest; the tallest peak in the world, continuously visited by travelers and adventurers, and Buddha, the boy
Life is geometrically formative too
Through a shower of classic water.
Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah, a renowned poet from Bangladesh, shares his poetry
Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah, born on 1st July, 1968, in Sylhet, Bangladesh, has Masters in philosophy, and is a globally published, awarded, translated and featured renowned poet,
As if silence suddenly stands up and slaps another silence,
A breakup comes barefoot like that, a breakup like that.
Kang, Hyeonguk, a poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares his poems
Poet Mr. Kang, Hyeonguk was born in Sangju, Gyeongbuk, in 1949. He debuted as a poet from a monthly literature Magazine in 1976. He
What we teach our daughters of marriage is almost nil. In olden times, mothers used to force the idea of the ‘real home’ of the girl being the house of her in-laws.
If a daughter is to be married off, she has to be trained about the arts which make the marriage successful.
A daughter has to be a daughter-in-law, and she
