My accompanying translator, who was sitting next to me, tried to whisper brief answers to my questions in a low voice to ...

The features of the lawyer’s wife appeared American to me, although I was informed that her husband is Christian of Levantine descent. Their home and its surroundings sparkled with beauty, blending ...

During my trip to Washington, the first challenge I faced was meeting my companion, businessman Omar Al-Saadi. The idea of ...

The Transformations of Prose Poetry from the Pages of “Poetry Magazine” to the Realms of Facebook, published by Dar Anaween ...

My health was the most important thing. I waited over a month and twenty days until I could visit the doctor, followed by ...

I felt a sense of inarticulateness as the thought slipped away, and my memory failed to assist me in that moment. A deep ...

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

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

My friend wanted to help find a gathering that might offer me an opportunity or choice I could use. My health was a priority, but as my doctor appointments grew sparse and time dragged on, my dignity ...

I used to visit a fine Yemeni restaurant for my daily meal. It’s just one meal, but I can’t quite label it—should I call it breakfast, lunch, or dinner? What I’m sure of is that it’s all three. I ...

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