In 1947, Hussein Shawky (the son of the Prince of Poets, Ahmed Shawky) published his brilliant book "My Father Shawky" at the Egyptian Nahda Library in Cairo. He spoke about his relationship with his father, and his father's relationship
On my way home from work yesterday, I was driving on a highway. I noticed a local dog trying to cross a five-lane road. By the time I saw him, he had already crossed three lanes and stood in the middle of the road, stepping two steps forward at times,
Bab Zuweila, or Gate of Metwalli, is one of the gates of "Old Cairo" in the Egyptian capital, Cairo. This gate or portal is famous for being the gate under which the heads of the envoys of Hulagu, the Tartar leader, were hung when they came
One of the strangest analyses I've ever seen in my life, and perhaps in all my readings of history. Two things happen in our world.
Firstly, distorting the truth into a rumor or lie, and the blame goes to the savage addiction to the "social
We are strong, our defeats do not show. We have learned that the world around us can transform and defy, manifesting in actions molded by the harshness of circumstances and trials. I can't resist anymore; the boundary between him and me has become
My eyes can also see
The green hills
Such a scene lights up
My homesick heart.
She narrates in her own words, “I began working on Persian Eyes after years of rehabilitation, following a serious accident, where I also took up Persian. Following eye surgery, it occurred to me that photography was probably THE best medium for expressing what it is, about Iran that continues to inspire
