Alienation of places
Post Views: 5 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…
مجلة الرجوة الأدبية
Post Views: 5 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: 4 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: 6 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…
Post Views: 9 By: Ameer Ali It was a cold evening in November. Anna was sitting by the fireplace, reading a novel and enjoying a cup of tea. The wind…
Post Views: 9 By: Zainab Ibrahim A situation I’ve listen to one day that made my mind think of it carefully: “He slept while he was sad after it did…
Post Views: 7 By: Ahmed El Sheikh India captivates me with its vibrant colors, shimmering like dazzling lights, as if searching for a warm place in my heart. It is…
Post Views: 13 By: Aliaa Fathy That’s every memory that haunts us. Every memory that once hurt us and every memory we wish would never come back to haunt us.…
Post Views: 11 By: Ameer Ali Emma and Leo lived in a quiet village surrounded by green hills and blue skies. Every morning, they walked to school together, carrying their…