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The Final Station of Apology.. With the Gate of Hope Left Open
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe I did not love you as people love people, but as a seeker loves a…
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When Istanbul Calls Me
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe When I dream of her, she calls me— not with a voice, but with a hidden…
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A Day When the Egyptian Police Said “No”… and Colonialism Was Broken
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe In 1953, A Day When the Egyptian Police Said “NO”… and Colonialism Was Broken In Ismailia,…
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Hymns of Dew in the Arms of Dawn _ Deen
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe How beautiful it is — how beautiful — when the sky pours its silent pearls into the…
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On the Banks of Al-Azhar… Where Dreams Bloom from Distant Seas
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe We came from faraway oceans, carrying in our bags hearts aflame with knowledge, and…
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When the Great Builder Steps Down… Mahathir Muhammad in the Memory of the Nation
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe Indeed, to God we belong, and to Him we return. You who carved a homeland from narrow…
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When Dawn Bled in Baku… and Blood Gave Birth to a Nation
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe On the twentieth of January, Baku was no longer a city— it became an open…
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When Intelligence Asks… and Values Answer
Chief editor writes ✍️ IN his article “Artificial Intelligence between Technological Progress and Sharia Responsibility – A Contemporary Islamic Vision,”…
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One String Between the Nile and the Emerald Isles
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe Egypt and Indonesia— not two lines on a map, but two spirits entwined in…
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When the Heart Asked Leave to Go
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe To the heart around which my heart once revolved for months— nearly a year, …
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