The Broken Hymn of Perfection
Post Views: 5 By: Manal Rabiey I was carved from marble— a woman not born, but sculpted… as if I were an idea in the mind of a god who…
مجلة الرجوة الأدبية
Post Views: 5 By: Manal Rabiey I was carved from marble— a woman not born, but sculpted… as if I were an idea in the mind of a god who…
Post Views: 4 By: Ameer Ali On a gentle hill under a sky painted with stars and a glowing crescent moon, a little boy named Leo stood barefoot on the…
Post Views: 4 By: Manal Rabiey I loved him the way a priestess loves the amulet that carried her through time, the way the earth loves the Nile when it…
Post Views: 7 By: Ameer Ali In a quiet village hidden among the hills, there lived a boy named Zayd. He spoke little, not because he couldn’t, but because he…
Post Views: 5 By: Ahmed El Sheikh Your hand in mine The warmth of love fills my heart Endless love Your loving hands hold my heart with love I never…
Post Views: 3 By: Aliaa Fathy Here we are returning alone once again, as we have returned many times before. The same places, the same scenes, are repeated, but this…
Post Views: 7 Written by: Manal Rabiey I often wander through my dreams in stone-carved cities, where the people have etched their homes into hardened rock. I drift aimlessly, not…
Post Views: 8 By: Ameer Ali In a quiet forest, beside a sparkling stream, lived a tiny pebble named Pippin. Pippin was not shiny like the other stones, nor big…
Post Views: 3 Acariciando la noche Por: Muhammad yousry Aquí, sentado en la silla de madera, en el techo de la casa donde no hay nada ni nadie —solo esta…
Post Views: 5 By: Aliaa Fathy The morning is a different world on its own, breathing with the remembrance of God. Morning means purity, clear air, tranquility, refreshing breezes, birds…