Perspectives
Whispers of the Unseen: The Enigmatic World of Jinn in Arabic Culture
In the heart of the Arabian desert, where the golden sands stretch endlessly and the stars illuminate the night sky, there exists a world unseen by human eyes. This is the realm of the Jinn, mysterious beings woven into the fabric of Arabic culture, folklore, and religion. Their stories, passed down through generations, are as vast and intricate as the desert itself. To understand the Jinn is to delve into a world where the lines between reality and myth blur, and where the unseen forces of nature and the supernatural coexist.
By Mosap Homa11 months ago in History
The Thousand and One Nights Tales from the Arab World and India
The Thousand and One Nights, or the Arabian Nights, is an expansive compilation of folk tales stretching out over generations. The best known version is a sort of compendium of tales of diverse provenance, from the Middle East to India, and is often credited with popularizing stories like Aladdin, Ali Baba, and Sindbad the Sailor, tales that have all but become synonymous with Western folklore.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in History
The Rise and Fall of the Mughal Empires
One of the most remarkable empires in world history, the Mughal Empire spread across the Indian subcontinent from the early years of the 16th century. At its height, it ruled almost the entire Indian subcontinent, with access to immense riches and military strength.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in History
When Will This Cruel War Be Over?
March 15th, 1943 My Beloved Gabriel, It has been lonely being isolated away from you over these last few years. The fear of being taken by those foul nazis to their death camps you told me about that hardly anyone knows about scares me to death. I have seen the train cars go by from the safety of the trees in which I hide. I can just see my own people just screaming and shouting not knowing where they are being taken to and what lies ahead. I think about all the children that are on their way to meet the angels of death themselves. How could such monsters do this to innocent children that have no idea what is going on. It sickens me deeply to know what true animals are allowed to walk this earth and still be allowed to call themselves human beings; by sending all these people like pigs to slaughter. It sickens me to know that my once beloved village of Chełmno is forever stained with blood and the ashes of people now soak into the soil. I’ll still never forget that day back in 1939 when they invaded our homeland and shortly afterward the lives of parents were taken. My fathers last words telling me to “run” continues to still haunt me every night when I close my eyes. Where I continue to relive that moment that changed everything for me. There have been many countless nights where I sometimes do not sleep through the night as just the constant fear of possibly being shot dead in my sleep scares me. Even on nights where I do actually sleep, I still have nightmares of those wretched extermination camps of what could happen to me if I am taken away to die.
By Joanna Blaze11 months ago in History
The Story of Ramayana (Short and Simplified)
1. The Beginning: Vishnu’s Promise Long ago, Swayambhu Manu , the first human being, performed intense penance (tapasya ) for 1,000 years to please Lord Vishnu. When Vishnu appeared, Manu expressed his desire to have Vishnu as his son. Vishnu agreed but explained that he would incarnate on Earth whenever Dharma (righteousness) was threatened by evil forces. He declared:
By Sujeet M Sonar11 months ago in History
The First Last Day on the Somme. Second Place in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
Mrs. Clara Simpson 8 Ponsonby Road , Liverpool November 11, 1915 My beautiful Clara, Bonjour from France! We arrived two days ago after an uneventful voyage. The Channel was calm and cold. I didn’t even get seasick. Upon debarking, we Immediately took a train to CENSORED and are preparing for deployment but we haven’t yet been told exactly where we’re going. It is thrilling to be here after so many months of drilling in Salisbury, however, my spirits sink as I move further from you and Leo. The undisturbed French countryside is dramatic and beautiful yet dull and diminished when compared to your radiance.
By Will Staton11 months ago in History
Waiting in Germany
December 26th, 1990 Hello, My Love, I am writing the day after Christmas, so I know you won't receive the letter for a while. I am so mad - the Army assured us our soldiers would have time with their families before deploying to Iraq for Desert Storm. We barely saw you from the beginning of November until you left Christmas week!!
By Andrea Corwin 11 months ago in History
My love, life had changed
My dear Maria, As I write this to you, the rain taps against our apartment window. It reminds me of the day we first met. Remember that day? We both were running into that crowded Peacock cafe in the village, seeking refuge from the heavy summer storm. You were fumbling with your phone looking for some sort of document, and I was praying that my dying phone last long enough for me to use my ApplePay to buy an espresso. I bumped into you, our eyes met, yours angry and mine in sudden heaven. Despite the masks we still occasionally wore out of habit, I knew you were smiling beyond the evil stare.
By G. A. Botero11 months ago in History
Dominus
I was a gladiator when you found me. I was living in close quarters day after day, smelling the stink of others' unwashed bodies- fighting them for space. Each day we were sent out to struggle for our lives while the nobility watched. We glistened with the fear-sweat of adrenaline as the cheers rolled over us from on high. Our pain was their pleasure. But I don't think it was ever yours. You'd known too much of pain to take pleasure in anyone else’s.
By Raistlin Allen11 months ago in History
