I Stopped Being The Sun
Yellow mass flushed like a sun outside, too far to decorate the sky Warmth emitted after a cloudy day Snoozing for long To decide, what is the source It’s not …
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I Stopped Being The Sun
Yellow mass flushed like a sun outside, too far to decorate the sky Warmth emitted after a cloudy day Snoozing for long To decide, what is the source It’s not …
Mohamed Rouichi: Interview with Jilali Elkoudia
In his book Moroccan Folktales, Jilali El Koudia, a Professor of English and Comparative literature at Dhar Elmehraz, Faculty of Letters and Human Sciences, transformed his mother’s stories into written …
Nobody’s Bride
Abu Issam was smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk under the awning of his bakery.“This damn rain. It’s keeping the customers away,” he murmured under his breath, taking a long …
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 …
Islamic Theology and Extraterrestrial Life: A Discussion With Dr. Shoaib Ahmed Malik & Dr. Jörg Matthias Determann.
Shoaib Ahmed Malik is Lecturer in Science and Religion at the University of Edinburgh. With a PhD in Chemical Engineering from the University of Nottingham and another in Theology from …
My Eyes Are Filled With Fear
The darkness of night eats up everything around me the green of the trees and the blue of the sea. The sounds of the night never leave the rustling of the trees the crackling of fire the soft …
The Story of X: The Story Writer
X the story writer squatted as a child expecting a slap for a mistake he made as he read an ad in the newspaper that a company had launched a …
A War of Colors – An Interview with Nadine Sinno
In A War of Colors: Graffiti and Street Art in Postwar Beirut Nadine Sinno explores the graffiti and street art of the city of Beirut after the Lebanese Civil War. …
If I Could Be A Bird
If I could be a bird I’d prefer to fly over the rubble Using my wings to break the stillness In time And drift into the screams When the mourning …