Endowment Authority checks summer courses in al-Wahda district
Director of the Office of the General Endowment Authority in the Capital Sana'a Walid al-Alawi on Saturday visited the summer course activities at the martyr Yasser al-Qudami Center in al-Wahda district.
Al-Alawi, accompanied by directors from the Department of Scholars and the Educated, Sharaf Ghaleb, and representatives from the endowment offices of the Seventy and Al-Wahda districts, Abdel-Khaleq Moaid and Musta al-Madani, observed the implementation of activities and programs, the students' level of interaction, and their eagerness to benefit.
They listened to explanations from those in charge of the courses regarding the religious, educational, skill-based, entertainment, and sports programs and activities for students, as well as their acquisition of beneficial knowledge and the development of their talents and capabilities.
Al-Alawi emphasized the importance of summer activities and courses in teaching students the Holy Quran and its sciences, protecting generations from "soft war" and harmful cultures, raising their awareness about the nation's enemies, and developing their knowledge and care.
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