Somewhere in the world, that white thread that began to creep in the sky looms over you, the dawn beats, the breeze blows. The colors mix between the ..
Why don't we love ourselves?The truth is that we were solving the wrong problem, we thought that by being more successful and confident, we would feel..
A trilogy of short stories bound by a single thread: the unforeseen movement of fate, with all its shadows and light, its cruelties and its mercies.Wr..
forsaken corners heavy with the scent of tobacco and alcohol, from the barren depths of nothingness, under the rhythm of anguish and the cries of the ..
The Arab thinker, Taha Hussein, and the French translator of Ibn Khaldun's Muqaddimah de Slane, complain about the ambiguity and contradictions of Ibn..