The empty side
Post Views: 7 Written by: Ameer Ali Every evening at precisely five o’clock, Thomas made his way down the familiar path that curved through the old city park. The rhythm…
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Post Views: 7 Written by: Ameer Ali Every evening at precisely five o’clock, Thomas made his way down the familiar path that curved through the old city park. The rhythm…
Post Views: 7 Written by: Ameer Ali In a quiet village wrapped in hills and silence, there lived an old woman named Layla. Every night, for over forty years, she…
Post Views: 10 Written by : Aliaa Fathy As if the morning breathes hope, delight and shining. The sun pierces the darkness with its light, as if it tells us…
Post Views: 5 Written by: Manal Rabiey “I am Zakutu… born of clay, but I became a crown upon the head of thunder.” I was not born of a throne,…
Post Views: 6 Written by: Manal Rabiey I am Artemis. I was born not from light, but from pain—birthed upon an exile island tossed by the winds, where neither earth…