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Kazan International Film Festival (Altyn Minbar), Twenty Years of Dreams

Cinema is the mirror of our dreams, illuminating the giant silver screen, from which light flows into the hearts and minds of viewers. In the city of Kazan, twenty years ago, the symbol of the (Altyn Minbar) added a human dimension to this light, which was the Kazan International Film Festival, which I have been monitoring since its

I still believe in humanity!

20 years ago, I landed on British soil with my husband and two kids. As a spouse of a PhD student, I had a mission to survive for 3 years, taking care of my family and supporting him until he successfully accomplished his studies. I had a choice of two: whether to confine myself to my house with minimal exposure to the street

Hundreds of Rohingya forced to return from Bangladesh border after drone strike

Ankara A drone attack that killed over 200 fleeing Rohingya Muslims near the Bangladesh border on Monday last has forced hundreds to return to their hometowns, while thousands are still taking shelter in paddy fields awaiting to cross into neighboring Bangladesh, a rights group said on Sunday. Risking their lives, a few hundred have

GOING SOLO: BETTER ALONE THAN IN A BAD COMPANY

This is my second article on Love which deals with Family Love. I have already discussed the idea of Fraternal Love. I am intrigued by the modern penchant for going solo which actually is a grave threat to the idea of family love. Can we narrow down the definition of the family to only one spouse with one or two kids to bring up? By

Dress for Wednesday – Short Story from Uzbekistan

The love story of a lonely juice-seller woman of a small remote town The woman combed her hair, sprayed violet-scented perfume on her neck, put on a yellow flowered dress and went to the railway station. When spring comes the hill turns green, and the tree next to the house blossoms. The clouds floating in the clear sky and the