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Cairo by Piri Reis, 16th century. Source: Wikipedia


Cairo’s coolest cosmopolitan hotel. General Manager: Youssef Rakha.

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Arabic calligraphy by Mahmud Atef

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Margaret Lansink: The Art of Empathy

Investigating the relationship between humans and their (physical) environment is the focus of my work. Who we are is determined by our social environment and (family) history. How we build our self-esteem determines how we look to the outside world and how we respond to the other.

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محمود المنيرواي: هكذا أفتح صدري بفأس الحقيقة

Hassan Hajjaj, “Musician Hindi Zahra, 2011”. Source: designindaba.com

لا يعجبني حالي مهما فعلت
ولا حيلة لي معي، أنا الغريب في جلدي
جلدي الغريب عن بيته في حي الجنينة
جنينة من يعرفونني وأعرفهم
أعرف أن من اتبعوا هواهم ظلّوا
لكنني أوهن من جناح بعوضة
لذا لا يعجبني حالي مهما فعلت

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Robin Moger: A New Poem by Mohab Nasr

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René Magritte, The Lovers. Paris, 1928. Source: moma.org

Life eternal might not be ours

but there’s what’s worse

that we are really forever

Music through earphones

casts no shadow

does not say to you when you must stop

nor through the earphones

signals No

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سأعتبر ما يقطر من شعرك صدقا مع النفس: أربع قصائد جديدة لمهاب نصر

Leonard Bramer (1596–1674), Mors Thriumphans. Source: Wikipedia

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ولو لمرّة
أريد أن يغوص كاحلاي في الثلج
أن تنتثر ندف بيضاء من شفتي
أحدثك من هناك
في تسجيل حي
غير أن ما يصلك
ليس إلا هواء يتقصف على منحدر
ومن بعيد
يظهر بيت ودخان
الشاعر ينتظرنا.
مخمور في آخر العالم؛
العالم الذي احترق فعلا.

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Fatima Berro’s Beirut | البحر بعيد: بيروت فاطمة برّو

 

لا تُحدَّد النهايات ببطء. ولا تُقاس بحجم العمر

البحر بعيد ولا مجال للسباحة في كوب غاز

هذه المواد تخرّ أمامي فأستعملُها

 

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Jessica Sequeira: Race of the Horses

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Han Gan (742–756), Night-Shining White. Source: metmuseum.org

An old man used to sit outside my school every day, playing music on a traditional Chinese instrument. He would move a light wood stick over two pieces of metal. Most of the time the songs he played were slow, but some of the time he’d play ones that were real quick, and at those moments we kids would gather around. We had no problem making excuses to our teachers to leave class for five minutes, or take an extended lunch break. 

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Antonio Denti: Notes on War in Times of Peace

Generations

I’d rather fight a war tomorrow than think my son might have to do it one day.

This sentence, which I know to be true, does not belong to me. It does not emanate from me. It inhabits me because I am part of this living planet. It originates in the deepest strata of life, in the mechanisms that regulate the way life is handed down from being to being, from generation to generation, across time. It does not make me any more courageous than the moderately frightened – or more heroic than the moderately selfish – man that I am.

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