Category: Literature
Posted on February 2, 2012 by Aya (Iraq)
What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when hearing the words “the little boy”? Innocence? A new life? White and blue? Or maybe even a toy? 67 years ago, in Japan, “THE LITTLE BOY” didn’t mean innocence; it …
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Posted on January 29, 2012 by Aya (Iraq)
This is something I wrote when I was thinking how war/life in middle east stole away my (and many other’s) childhood, and shuttered most of our dreams, but I’m still trying to pick up the pieces of my dreams, and …
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Posted on January 27, 2012 by Wamith Al-Kassab (Iraq)
All pictures are copyrighted and you need to mention the owner in case of re posting them ( pictures by iraqi streets website …www.iraqistreets.com ) Today in Baghdad the Iraqi people celebrated the memory of the great iraqi sculptural Jawad Salim, the clebration was orgnize by …
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Posted on April 14, 2011 by Ali Arsalan Zaheer (Pakistan)
Her face and her eyes lurid with violence and brutality, It is hard to accept, but this a gift from so-called humanity, It is neither imagination nor dream, but a proof of insanity, Derived from physical madness and frenzied hostility, …
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Posted on April 11, 2011 by Maikel Nabil Sanad (Egypt)
In oppressive countries, the noble persons dwell behind the bars. Don’t grieve my friends, I’m in the normal place! I’ve made a mistake when I was in Hisham Mubarak Law Center once, and declared my intention to write a sequel …
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Maikel Nabil,
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Posted on April 4, 2010 by Ali Arsalan Zaheer (Pakistan)
The power of ruling and leading is a god blessing to Bhutto family. The two main pillars of political regime, built such a strategy that leads our country from diffident to modern and bold nation. Democracy can only rise from the heredity. The journeys of Mr. Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and Ms. Benazir Bhutto frequently developed into succession. She knows that nothing can be gain through fight and battles. or the youth she addressed. loss which will never ever fills in the history.
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Posted on March 23, 2010 by Ali Arsalan Zaheer (Pakistan)
Language is concisely defined in our vocabulary as a “human system of communication that uses arbitrary signals, such as voice sounds, gestures, or written symbols”. It is the term of human communication in which the knowledge, belief, and behavior preserved, …
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Posted on February 10, 2010 by Shahrazad (Iran)
Fereydoun was born in an irreligious and rich family with no idea about religion. Up to the time he entered high school he was not much involved in politics at all. Being a teenager and the identity conflict of that …
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Posted on February 7, 2010 by Sami, the beduin.
This story happened more than 70 or 80 years ago, in the Galilee Heights, during the British occupation “Mandate” to Palestine, a long time before we had the “honor” to host our “cousins’ the jews. There, in one of the …
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Posted on December 18, 2009 by Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)
I made him cry, it was because of me he was crying, only I couldn’t feel anything, actually the more he cried the more I felt better. He wanted me so much to see his tears, to feel them at …
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