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Aristotle at Afternoon Tea participates in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn commissions by linking to Amazon. This means that whenever you buy a book on Amazon from a link on here, I get a small percentage of its price. That helps support my writing in a small way, so thank you. Happy reading!

© 2014-2018 Yara Zgheib All Rights Reserved


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February 14, 2019

Dear friend,

This week, the writing is not mine. It belongs to a stranger who took me on a trip of the mind to the West Coast of South Africa.

Stone walls really do not a prison make. I traveled with him from my room. I saw the colours. They were so beautiful I had to sh...

December 27, 2018

This was not part of the programme we were handed as children. Bedtime stories did not cover life; just enchantments, heroism, love triumphant. We made our plans accordingly. Those, since, have been often altered, the only constants being change and time itself. And th...

October 11, 2018

'There is no history of mankind, there are only many histories of all kinds of aspects of human life.'

- Karl Popper

Photo by Kenny Luo on Unsplash

Someone is playing the Beautiful Blue Danube in Vienna’s Saint Stephen’s square. Even at midnight, it is overrun w...

July 5, 2018

This month's story on Womanscape is about two women particularly dear to my heart: Jane and Natascha, a mother-daughter team who refused to turn a disability into a life sentence.

Ladies, thank you for giving me the honour of sharing your story.


'Good evening,
My name...

May 24, 2018

‘What we ought to do is live.’

- Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays

©  Yara Zgheib All Rights Reserved

Milano. Early May 2018. The spots the sun hits are warm. Elsewhere on the sidewalk, in the shade, winter feels like it has not been gone too long.

Most of the stor...

April 19, 2018

‘...if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us.’
- Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Photo by chuttersnap on Unsplash

In 1959, the government of Egypt announced the Aswan High Dam construction project, an ambitious plan pivotal to the industrializat...

April 12, 2018

40 and 42 Vlamingstraat are two non-particularly-descript houses along a little street that lines an eastern canal in the little Dutch town of Delft. Where they now stand, nearly four centuries ago, were two equally ordinary homes. Worn, earthen red brick, leaded wind...

March 22, 2018

You, because you love me,

- Anonymous, Ancient Sumerian poem circa 2000 B.C.

© Mabelle Sawan 2018

The earliest forms of writing discovered are four-thousand-year-old Sumerian tablets. They are comprised of administrative records, and the world’s oldest love poem:


March 15, 2018

'Art, literature, and philosophy are attempts to found the world anew on a human freedom: that of the creator; to foster such an aim, one must first unequivocally posit oneself as a freedom. The restrictions that education and custom impose on a woman limit her grasp o...

December 28, 2017

‘He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil. 
Psychosis: out of touch with reality. 
Since then, I have been trying to find out what rea
lity is,

so that I can touch it.’

— Jeanette Winterson

Are you still hearing the music?

Yes, but it does not bother me.

What other sympt...

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