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Many possibilities were put in place to face the delay that befell the magazine's readers through the closure of Beirut airport. The first possibility was the cancellation of a month or two of this year's Dictionary, whose numbers remained stacked on the office floor.
The second possibility is that we issue an issue that includes the articles of two or three issues to deal with the delay.
And the third and strongest possibility, which we have worked with, is that the magazine continues its work as usual until it becomes possible to resume navigation and the possibility of shipping the magazine one issue after the other so that we do not cause a shortening of months of the year.
And therefore, in the interest of a group of followers followers, and thirdly, and most importantly, the credibility of the magazine and its association with its readers and its large audience.
Three printed issues are waiting to find their way to their readers in the hope that we will overcome this ordeal that we have not been exposed to before.
So, the magazine will be on the market, albeit with earlier dates. In our view, this means our financial and moral commitment to the reader’s right to obtain 12 annual copies⏹

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Presented by: Fareed Zafour
It's my photogenic love story

The snow was heavy... and I was a branch
Skinny with thick snow... I'm waiting for that
The warm sun comes ... I give it
My light stories.. to melt my snow
And relieve me of my troubles.
It was a cold winter, while I was a sparrow
Immigrant, my heart is full of pain, so I wait
Warmth, to come home...
It was a long night, while I was patient
Stuttering... my mind is full of weary
and anxiety... so I waited for dawn; to meet
Who do you forget me?
You were that lover who collected all hopes
The sweet optical, and hid it in his heart, and then moved between the chapters of books and optical magazines..
He is waiting to have a real girlfriend suddenly!!
And you came.. you picked the flower and saved the branch.
You are the warmth...and the most beautiful dawn
You were the sweetheart who blew up a new love...
Suddenly and without question... my hand dared to write... and my eyes dared, for the first time, to look deeply into yours...
I felt safe and secure in the future...
And it was only a few glances until the fuse of my heart began to spread a fire that caused everything in my heart to boil
feelings..
Thoughts and feelings boiling in a shivering vessel that almost snowed...
...the more boiling inside
His temperature went down...
In vain I tried to warm it with the heat of my glowing heart... It became at the same moment a hot summer and a snowy winter... a bowl made of ice filled with flaming things... a piece of embers within a block of ice.
I sensed the cold permeating you, and soon it occurred to me that the warmth of my heart might be of some use to you.
All the heat inside me, because if I did, I would burn you and cry for you.
But you swear I didn't intend to give you the phlegm... It didn't come close to you but spread I knew how to slice you that ice block...
Those things flowed to melt the snow.
To burn the heart and body...
And whenever I try to run away from her, I go to her...
I feared you from my fire.
I hurried and threw myself out.
There on the way...
We were walking with the moon covered with light, white summer clouds
I lied about hiding it, just as the bride's veil lies on its owner and makes her think that it has hidden the sudden shyness on her face that is adorned with two tears of joy...
I felt you my love in the heart of that moon...
So I watched his light: a thread
And a picture and a number... To ask about you
Threads and pages emanating from the moon.
I felt that I possessed strength and energy that shattered the mountains and trees that concealed him from me and exhausted me in searching for him until I returned to him again.
And my shroudy goes away... far away there...
Is this our love going on in the crowd? ...
I only woke up from my dream when we arrived and the car stopped... I tried
speak then? ! ... my lips were sticky from dryness ... at first
My eyes refused to look down... I felt that all the parts of my body had stuck together.
My face leaned on my hands and stuck.. even if I pulled it
Sirmi... the hand that was holding him dug a groove in my left leg to settle in completely... while that man rested on her counterpart, who was tired and trembling...
All of them were trembling with dread.
And shivering cold and peace .. Although my heart
It was throbbing with an ample warmth...
But where does this warmth go? ! ..
Maybe he's trying to reach that moon
laughing there..
In the most beautiful spot of the photogenic sky
It will be a beacon for lovers of “the art of photography”⏹