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A Weevil

A Weevil - story

Khalil Nasif

Ever since I was a child, I dreamt of learning to play the guitar. With time, this passion turned into a weevil, a gluttonous one that nested in my brain, grew up as I grew…

Broca’s Area

Broca’s Area - story

Mohamed Hassan AL-Nahat

In front of me, I put a ream of white paper, a copper inkwell and a feather I snatched from my neighbour’s duck. I lit a candle and stuck it in the middle of the…

One of Them

One of Them - story

Aziz Jamal Yahyawi

Emerging from his plastic cave awash in filth, Crow “J” toddled unsteadily over to the paved road with sullen, terse gasps. The radiant disk was rising from the mouth of the earth as he advanced…

Endgame

Endgame - story

Abdalhadi Alijla

I opened my eyes to the world in a city with a lifeless childhood. I opened my eyes in the battlefield. Nobody told me who the soldiers were, or what occupation is. I grew up…

Kite

Kite - story

Youssef Rzouga

    I.   On his way home from school, Munir bumped into his friend Nabil. Nabil was holding the long line attached to his paper kite and happily running with the wind. Nabil said…

A Grainless Mill

A Grainless Mill - story

Ziad Abd el-Qadir

“I haven’t written a word for a year (…) I’ve tried to write. Every day I sit at the typewriter, but I can’t get started.” – J.D Salinger “What’s a director if he can’t engage…

Insurrection – A chapter from “The Gorilla”

Insurrection – A chapter from “The Gorilla” - story

Kamal Riahi

About one o’clock in the afternoon. The wind is busy rolling along some beer-can that has been drained of its contents in the deserted street. A massive silence links the arch of the Sea Gate…

The Seventh Floor

The Seventh Floor - story

Mohammed Salah Rajeh

You wanted me a slave bought and sold You wanted me in despair joyless.   ***   The distance between one floor and another was months and years. Sometimes the lift was crowded. Sometimes it…

A Life Made of Wood

A Life Made of Wood - story

Sheikha Hussein Helawy

Someone looking at the large photograph hanging on the spacious sitting room wall would imagine that there was something anomalous about it. An anomaly impossible to define at first glance, and perhaps not at second…

The Veiled Man

The Veiled Man - story

Jan Dost

I learned of the character of drugs and the nature of poisons from an alchemist – an Arab alchemist from the outskirts of Baghdad who had come to work as a physician in the palace…