PART ONE          This series will be dedicated to explaining and elaborating the concepts found in Frederick Engels’ Socialism: Utopian and Scientific, published in 1880. Our aim is to cover more classic communist texts in the future to hopefully make them more accessible and digestible. This ...

  Words lay scattered On the smooth layers of leaves Quarreling with one another…these words Elegies of loss or the notes of celebrations Chants of wars or the melodies of peace Regrets of union or the pangs of separation Ambassadors of history or the traders of deceive Moaning with narcissism ...

  It’s now only a dream; that land of peace! In this smoke of hatred, it’s hard to breathe. Strange how humans can grow fangs, Be hungry to spill blood of one of his kind; To all the goodness, they turn blind. A minor, a grown up, girl or a ...

  It’s now only a dream; that land of peace! In this smoke of hatred, it’s hard to breathe. Strange how humans can grow fangs, Be hungry to spill blood of one of his kind; To all the goodness, they turn blind. A minor, a grown up, girl or a ...

  Another lowly blaze set by the tyrant Burnt the riches of your heart Your humble little sheltered tent The jewels of your sparkly eyes Now Rubies molten into blood There were so many words to say So many tales to tell But dignity always stood With the fierceness of ...

Friends, Look how mischievously my heart longs for her in moments and happenings. My heart inquires whether she is an angel or fairy. Today I am impatient again to behold her sight. This is not merely a poem rather an outpouring of heart’s ache. [My]Sammo is free from any servile ...

Friends, Look how mischievously my heart longs for her in moments and happenings. My heart inquires whether she is an angel or fairy. Today I am impatient again to behold her sight. This is not merely a poem rather an outpouring of heart’s ache. [My]Sammo is free from any servile ...

Friends, Look how mischievously my heart longs for her in moments and happenings. My heart inquires whether she is an angel or fairy. Today I am impatient again to behold her sight. This is not merely a poem rather an outpouring of heart’s ache. [My]Sammo is free from any servile ...

Some of my new friends – especially young ones – who visit me at home for the first time pose interesting questions about the modest collection of books that I have in my study spanning a couple of rooms. Questions begin with: Have you read all the books in your ...

  500, 500 happy faces have arrived, arrived to move into our only shelter, the only abode we’ve known, Our Home. 8 year old Qasim insists that Fatima must not be left behind, “,Baba tell her about this eviction too, she cannot stay away” Umme Qasim, Fatima and Laila smells ...