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Hilalden Cumhuriyete… Kırılmayan Bir Toprak
Şiir: Ashraf AboArafe Başlangıçta bir hayal vardı, kılıçların ucunda yürüyen… Osman adlı bir çocuk Anadolu’da bir devletin tohumunu ekti. Tarih…
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Ashraf AboArafe ✍️ IN the theater of global statecraft, words are carved as monuments to the inevitable, framing regional movements…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe O my Lord! You have sworn by the dawn and the ten nights, And elevated…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe Mother… I come to you in the darkness of vision, as agonies wring my soul, And my…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe As if the eleventh of May has become a feast, Chanting the glory of her who graced…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe On Egypt’s Labor Day, the pulse beats anew, And every grain of sand stands in tribute…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe One year has turned, a circle complete, From the hour where legacy and memory meet.…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe The rose said: O lady of beauty, when your fingertips touched me, my colors trembled… and…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe The sunrise over Cairo was not merely light crossing the sky, but a crown of radiance adorning…
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Şiir: Ashraf AboArafe Başlangıçta bir hayal vardı, kılıçların ucunda yürüyen… Osman adlı bir çocuk Anadolu’da bir devletin tohumunu ekti. Tarih…
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Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe In the beginning, a dream walked on the edge of swords, and a boy named…
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