What we endure is fragmentation, hunger, and loss. Our sighs and groans break our spirits as we lament: We once had Yemen; we ...

In Their era, the face of vitality has darkened with gloom. Our days are twisted by despair and regret. The spirit bleeds, ...

Time passes, dear Father, as we struggle against formidable adversities. After a long period of quietude, decades have ...

Such contempt springs from individuals consumed by emptiness and bravado—those who thrive on pillaging and corruption and ...

Their disregard for your existence or bodily safety stems from your willingness to pose questions that provoke mental ...

There exists within us a passionate yearning for hope, driven by an insatiable curiosity that propels the pursuit and ...

I feel a piercing pang of regret as I confront the state of affairs that exists before me today—one that never entered my ...

As my father’s age began to wane like a setting sun, trailing its pale red remnants, the mountain sighed with its sorrows and memories, heavy with longing, pain, and reproach.

I thank the President of the Republic Abed Rabu Mansour Hadi for his nice gesture including my name in the list of the National Dialogue Conference members, especially it comes under a wild exclusion ...

In my quest to transcend the conventional norms associated with writing biographies, novels, and similar literary forms, I have endeavored to create a narrative that defies easy categorization. What I ...