The Last Threads of Dreams
Having been convinced that I would never reach the west side, I decided to come to Paris. I arrived at Gare du Nord station. Unbelievably, my plan to spend a …
Tasnim Taha
Nassir al-Sayeid al-Nour is a Sudanese critic, translator and author.
The Last Threads of Dreams
Having been convinced that I would never reach the west side, I decided to come to Paris. I arrived at Gare du Nord station. Unbelievably, my plan to spend a …
The Psychoanalytic Imagination in Dr. Alan Kikani’s The Obsessed
Syrian (Kurdish) novelist and surgeon Alan Kikani has recently published his fourth narrative work, a novel titled The Obsessed, released by London-based Ramina Books, in which he skillfully merges an …
Organized Violence and Resistance in Sudanese Theatrical Experience: The Play “Those Who Crossed the River” as a Model
Abstract This paper seeks to explore how resistance to organized violence manifested in the play “Those Who Crossed the River.” It will provide definitions of the terms “organized violence” and …
The Hangman
A giant man dangled by the gallows rope driven by a ruthless desire for death. Calmly and expertly, I moved the latch. His death was a nice, delicious and velvety …
The Diver: a Novel about Abu Hamid AL-Ghazali, A Historical Character, Fictionally Restored
The acclaimed Egyptian novelist and linguist Dr. Reem Bassiouney, mostly known for her historical serial novels, in particular her trilogy of the Mamluk era, has recently issued her new novel …
His Own Birth
Her moan dragged me into the place. I was so fatigued. Working a new system had sucked the last lively drop out of our veins, but my mistrust of the …
Nothing at All!
She picked up the teacups and the biscuit crumbs, and everything fell to the ground, and they all lay down with everything on the same floor. In the meantime, the …
A Scar!
On the occasion of February 6th and the opposition to female circumcision in many African and Arab countries. I promised my mother to visit her once a year—I didn’t visit …
A Certainty
Lean on a wall of bewilderment, do not inhale or exhale it with breaths of fear, send it into the deepest interior. The way out passes through a loud scream; …
My Grandmother
I usually get drunk on a hidden street in our old village, a forgotten and unknown street that no one has passed through for a long time. It is the …