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The Battle of Tel el-Hawa

The Battle of Tel el-Hawa - story

Asmaa al-Ghol

“It was a pitched battle…” – a description he had often read out to his classmates from history textbooks but never thought he would one day use as he had just done, speaking to his…

Spume on the Sands of Acre

Spume on the Sands of Acre - story

Wisam Gibran

Here, people are only observed by the eyes of the night watch. The walls of Acre have not yet been completely built. Nor its lighthouse that looks over the sea to the west. The stones…

The Last Arab Man

The Last Arab Man - story

Maha Jouini

I was in the process of completing some research on the progress of democratization in Tunisia under the threat of terrorism when a message notification popped up. The message read: “I would like to connect…

Black Cats

Black Cats - story

Samir Salmi

The Imam’s words to me at the entrance to the mosque that night were strange and dramatic. He said that a pack of ferocious black cats had attacked the district and was destroying everything it…

The Story of a Sock

The Story of a Sock - story

Muhammad al-Asfar

I . . . am a cheap sock, I cost half a dinar. An industrial cooperative manufactured me, and my profit margin was redistributed among the elements of production. An ordinary man bought me, a…

Baganda (A chapter from a novel)

Baganda (A chapter from a novel) - story

Shukri al-Mabkhout

Origin of the story: The story started by chance. It was Sunday evening and work that day hadn’t been too hard. Monday’s edition mostly comprised investigations, interviews and regional reports prepared in advance, and I…

Mandelbaum Gate

Mandelbaum Gate - story

Emile Habiby

“Well then tell her that she intends to get out of here, mister,” the Israeli policeman called out. He was standing, arms folded, at one entrance to Mandelbaum Gate when I explained to him that…

A Short Story Writer Who doesn’t Obey Army Orders

A Short Story Writer Who doesn’t Obey Army Orders - story

Ziad Khadash

As I was sitting in a taxi stuck in a queue of cars at the Atara Israeli army checkpoint, heading to Nablus to meet a beautiful widow I’d got to know on Facebook, it struck…

Nightly Lament

Nightly Lament - story

Naji Daher

I could smell the stench of death. From the first shades of darkness, I smelt the stench of death. A stench above me, a stench below me. Wherever I turned, I smelt the same stench….

Moscow

Moscow - story

Mohammed al-Habasha

Nur al-Din al-Ajnaf had been a Communist at university. After the fall of the Soviet Union he gave up on Communism for good. Or perhaps this was a rumour close friends spread about him. Nuru…