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 ...

Yemenat ...

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

Cairo was his first stop, where he spent over a year moving between hospitals in search of treatment for various health ...

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

Translation is far more than the mechanical act of converting words from one language to another; it is an intricate art that ...

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

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 ...

In high school, I would read and reflect as I roamed the desert after noon on the chosen days of the week, distributing my directions and traversing a new path each day. Sometimes, I aimed for a ...

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 ...