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I can still hear the propellers, flying me down to the rolling sea Taking me to a faraway land, where the balmy air plumps up my skin My eyes squint as I follow the flurry of emerald parrots in the azure sky The p
by Christopher Hockey Last month’s visit to Kuwait National Museum failed to impress or shed light on the true meaning of Kuwaiti national identity (bazaar June 2012). This month, the third museum review, focuse
by Christopher Charles Hockey I found myself sitting in a small diwaniya drinking extraordinarily sweet tea while men ran around shouting worried instructions to one another. They were seemingly confused as to wh