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Globalization

Globalization - story

Suheil Kiwan

I’d only been married six years when I started feeling tired and out of breath, especially when I was going up stairs. At first I thought it was a passing problem that would just go…

The Detainee’s Tale  as told to  Ali Smith

The Detainee’s Tale as told to Ali Smith - story

Ali Smith

The fiRsT Thing ThaT happens, you tell me, is that school stops. We are meeting in a room in a London university so that you can tell me, in anodyne safe surroundings, a bit about…

The Dependant’s Tale as told to Marina Lewycka

The Dependant’s Tale as told to Marina Lewycka - story

Marina Lewycka

The nighTMaRe always sTaRTs in the same way: a big man standing at the foot of my bed, shouting at me. ‘Get up! Hurry hurry hurry! Pack up your stuff! We’ve come to take you…

Miracle of the Horses

Miracle of the Horses - story

Marina Tsvetayeva

(A true story) Since she was beautiful and foolish —and she became more foolish when she was beautiful and more beautiful when she was foolish — and since he loved her, and since he had…

The Policeman and the Horse

The Policeman and the Horse - story

Zakaria Tamer

Abu Mustafa parked his carriage next to the sidewalk. With a large, gnarled hand he patted his horse’s head, then headed into the nearby shop. He began hoisting bags of firewood on his back and…

A Handful of Dirt

A Handful of Dirt - story

Jan Dost

As soon as he saw his friend, who had just arrived from back home, in the airport arrivals lounge, he asked him, “Did you bring it?” His friend gestured to the backpack hanging off of…

The Last Communist

The Last Communist - story

Steven Schwartz

  My parents always had visitors. They would come in the evening and sit in folding chairs on the back porch of our small house in New Brunswick. They greeted me—an only child —with the…

The Unaccompanied Minor’s Tale

The Unaccompanied Minor’s Tale - story

Inua Ellams

As told to Inua Ellams   Senebesh is holding Dani’s hand under the rusting jeep in a car park in Khartoum. She is trying to stifle the laughter which is as ripe as fruit in…

Keys

Keys - story

Salman Natour

A poet leaves his house in haste, heading toward the harbor. In one hand, he carries a book of poems; in the other, his keys. The man then boards a British ship that takes him…

Sons

Sons - story

José Miguel Tomasena

1 I met Olegario and his son William in the town cantina. I’d been on the run for weeks, travelling drunkenly from one place to another. I slept in the car and ate when I…