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…
Leo and the Star
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…
The One Who Dwells in the Heart
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…
The Lantern of Silence
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…
Your hands
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…
Alienation of places
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…
The Compass in the Sky
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…
The Kindest Pebble
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…
Acariciando la noche
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…
Morning breaths
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…