Slim, multi-coloured canoes dotted the surface of the lagoon under Third Mainland Bridge like props in a tourism picture. When the car punched through the side ...
I’m watching my clothes revolve. Trying not to sink into the grey concrete in my mind. The worries of no job or stable home. Nothing filling my wallet except re...
Unwilling to pay dues to the Future Homemakers of America, with no interest in pumps or purses, not giving a damn what X stood, not caring if you could solve fo...
I know what you’re thinking. That I turned into a pint-sized pyromaniac because of my Unhappy Childhood™, but have you ever heard the snap crackle pop of...
Translation by Riham Adly
The story is part of Abel Salaam Ibrahim's forthcoming short story collection to be published in Arabic.
Saied El Noury, our...
I dribble now, at night in bed, during the dull sleep of a Mediterranean siesta and wake with a white skim of drool on my cheek and crusts in my eyes. By day, I...
