I begin my article with these poignant lines from the poet Amal Dunqul, which express profound suffering, as I delve into the ...

Yemenat ...

Cairo was his first stop, where he spent over a year moving between hospitals in search of treatment for various health ...

My mother would comfort me with small amounts of money that she gathered with great difficulty, trying to alleviate my hunger ...

Translation is far more than the mechanical act of converting words from one language to another; it is an intricate art that ...

The “Proletariat” School is situated in an area that lies midway between the Lahj and Aden governorates, administratively and ...

He aimed to prevent the tragedy from impacting my results, ensuring I would not be overwhelmed by the news of my brother’s ...

Overall, reading beyond the prescribed curriculum was fundamental to expanding my intellectual horizons and later excelling ...

I lived my absence, my alienation in this clamorous world that bore no resemblance to my withdrawal, my shame, my dread, and had no need for my redundant, tiresome presence. Later, when I read Victor ...

The collection “Rain on the Cheek of Clay” by Iraqi poet Hussein Al-Sayyab is a remarkable work that reflects the ...

I have come to fully understand this today, recalling how it all began during my first protest as a teenager, or in the early ...

What happened was an act of recklessness, folly, and poor judgment at an age when I was still quite young. I felt a profound ...