The crescent of Ramadan this year climbs proudly to the peak of the sky. It casts the same brightness over a city that no longer has the spirit to reflect the enthusiasm it once had. The brighter the moon grows each night, the more it exposes the sorrowful face of this city. The veil of…

On an early morning of November, when the air felt refreshingly cool, I looked up at the sky.  I could barely follow with my gaze the wings slicing sharply through the air—one pigeon clearing the way among the clouds for the flock behind. It looked more like dancing than flying, and I wondered to myself…