Run for it. Go. Get away. Forget the chance of a proper meal. You know medical-wasting is the worst job in Mokattam. Now Aaron wishes he’d begged Hosi to take him back. Anything is better than this and he knows what will happen next. Noha hands Aaron a plate of rice and oily brown lentils and a h...
His cousin’s high-pitched voice cuts through him like a knife while he lies there bent double on the bed, head buried in his arms. The throbbing pain in his ear makes him feel like he’s just been thumped by a stray cricket ball. “For me it was a game. Just a game,” Khalid whimpers, breathing in a...
