Nazim Hikmet You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves of which you'll taste not a morsel; you are free to slave for others— you are free to make the rich richer....
Why should we eliminate violence against women? Violence against women and girls is one of the most widespread, persistent and destructive human rights violations in our world today, but most of it remains unreported due to the lack of...
translation into English by Dr. Ragheed Al-Nahhas The poet says that the poems of this group are the ones that chose themselves from among many poems, because of their emotional and intellectual closeness to themselves, and perha...
INTRODUCTION In Iraq, transparency is completely new term that was externally imposed and became an international obligation, in post 2003 Iraqi petroleum sector; that was associated with the invasion of the country in 2003, with the focus of the in...
Transated By: Muayyed Juma The rustling of dead leaves in dried trees harms the rivers Moons and lights break while listing to their weep Clouds, flows, and rains move away leaving dying seasons behind All of the world birds refuse to be close to...
This artist works quietly, and paints her world with colours that are derived from her love of nature. When contemplating the bright and happy realm that pervades her artwork, one is overtaken by a pure sense of ecstasy. Beyond her calm and qui...
the herbs dreaming of the clouds? What an omen that changes the words into trees and grieves afraid of clouds! What a sleepless star that deserts those dozy eyes! Wandering in the flames of my concerns, I hear your thunderous tears in an overwhel...
In Iondon, August 30 1950 born The artist David Gormley, his name in full is Antony Mark . he is a British sculptor . His works include the Angel of the North, a public sculpture in Gateshead in the North of England, commissioned in 1994 and erec...
By: Amal Awad Radwan-(Palestine) Translated by: Fathia Asfour Palestinian poet & tranlator Towering high from the sky of its rising the disc of your tenderness laments me a harvest of dreams that have fa~~~llen down on the routes of rugged wav...