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Genre: Stories
Old Ibren
By: Abdul Adan on: Thursday 16 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
Ibren Issak, an elderly resident of El-Adawa, sat at a table at Hassanow’s - a cheap restaurant on the main road that relies on travellers for its business. Since the tribal war had broken out,...
MAKING CORRECTIONS
By: Abdul Adan on: Thursday 16 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
“For about six months now,” said Khalid to Fr. Woodrath, his British neighbour and missionary. “I have been contemplating a lot. The human race is in big trouble and I have come to f...
The Cell
By: Mona Namoury on: Thursday 16 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
He went into her luxurious cell. As usual, she was drawing on all sides of the cell's walls: skies, roses, trees and birds ... He could hear her birds chirping; he could feel the heat of her sun c...
The Last Jar of Home-made Strawberry Jam
By: Mona Namoury on: Thursday 16 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
Days went by as Merna, a professional translator, struggled with the translation of a poem. Seduced by Stevie Smith’s short, easy-dictioned poem, “Not Waving But Drowning”, Merna had...
Every time she came the moon eclipsed
By: Lubna Yaseen on: Thursday 16 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
She’s got a face of a moon … I got her strait hair... And her beautiful stature... She’s got the smile of a moon... And I got my tears And a lantern of vigilance… Cauti...
Grow Up
By: Sylvia Petter on: Thursday 16 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
It’s not that I ever wanted to be anything when I grew up. I just didn’t want to grow up. So when grownups didn’t get an answer to the ‘be’ question straight away, they...
CANTO II :The Winged Sounds Of Liberty!
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
-1- So vanished those delightful images of rainbows that stretched across the sweep of Time; not a wrack of all those pageant scenes remained, not a flake of soil for a seed to crack and s...
The Empire's Flaming Ebon Chair
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
1 Wishing the repose of death, in the bowels of a featherless crow, the swain to the far-off Empress of Earth came. Seven and ten hours the force of the cosmic winds the metal bird bore, soar...
أجل .. وكان أبي
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories
كان ابي - رحمه الله - رجلا مربوع القامة, نحيف ورقيق البدن. وكتلك الكثرة من الأباء الذين تسخى بهم البيئة الأوسطية، جعل عائلته محور حياته. ليضمن دخلا يكفل عيشها ويبقيها خلف شاطئ مدّ وجزر بحر العوز, كان...
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