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 ...

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

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 ...

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

Yemenat ...

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

Yemenat ...

I lived my absence, my alienation in this clamorous world that bore no resemblance to my withdrawal, my shame, my dread, and had no need for my redundant, tiresome presence. Later, when I read Victor ...

Meanwhile, Al-Shaheed Aboud High School in Dar Saad appeared more than just an elusive dream—and it pains me even more today to know that they have even changed its name. I always wished we could ...

وأكدت مصادر محلية أن الحريق الضخم ناتج عن انفجار محطة “عساج” للوقود، دون أن تُعرف أسباب الانفجار حتى اللحظة، وحجم الخسائر ...