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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…

The Enigmatic Crime of the Signals Private

The Enigmatic Crime of the Signals Private - story

Ali Badr

Gentlemen, my name is Jamal Ahmad. I work as a signals private in Forward Reconnaissance Unit 312, engaging the American enemy in the south.   I confess in your presence, and I am of sound…

Nam

Nam - story

María Fernanda Ampuero

She’s getting naked. Something either very bad or very good is happening. Happening to me. Whatever it is, my parents can’t find out. I’m at a friend’s house. Nothing strange there. But my new friend,…

The Route through Purgatory

The Route through Purgatory - story

Omayma Abdullah

The sands lolled and swam in the sun’s blazing rays all day, then when darkness fell, they patiently waited for the sun to rise. As far as the eye could see, the sands swelled in…

Deception or Dreams of the Man Who Didn’t Lose His Shadow   

Deception or Dreams of the Man Who Didn’t Lose His Shadow   - story

Waciny Laredj

  1   Was it merely deception or something more?   The paths were so exhausting, and the days were so hard! Wouldn’t it have been better to take the short-cuts? Nothing is of any…

Birth

Birth - story

Abdel Aziz Baraka Sakin

It was her panting that drew me over. I was exhausted, as the new work regime had been sucking every last drop of life out of us. But my misreading of the situation (what with…

Rabbits of Baghdad

Rabbits of Baghdad - story

Raghad al-Suheil

I don’t think we did go blind, I think we are blind, blind but seeing, blind people who can see, but do not see. José Saramago   Saeed, drunk, opened the door. The rabbit hopped…

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 Red Crown

The Red Crown - story

Mikhail Bulgakov

Most of all I hate the sun, loud human voices, and pounding. Rapid, rapid pounding. I am so afraid of people that if I hear someone else’s footsteps and the sound of voices in the…

Prostheses

Prostheses - story

Iftach Alony

The man who has been the dearest person to my mother for the past 42 years is dead. Facing a dead man is a shitty feeling. A baby’s howling creeps through the open window. It’s…