Such a story wasn’t right for him and wasn’t like him. Karim had read something similar about a man who went back from France in search of his father’s killers that was written by Maroun Baghdadi and published in the al-Nahar Supplement after the young Lebanese director’s death. Maroun was a beau...
As Though She Were Sleeping Death’s a long sleep from which one wakes notAnd sleep’s a short death from which one must rise ABU EL-A’LA EL-MA’ARRI She is not dead, but is sleeping.
We’d carry pebbles, draw faces and look for a puddle of water to wash off the sand, or fill with sand, then cry. We’d run through the fields —or something like fields —pick up a tortoise and carry it to where green leaves littered the ground. We made up things we’d say or wouldn’t say. They call ...
Salim As’ad bewitched me with his stories and his play and his white hair. He bewitched me and made me forget you. You will, no doubt, appreciate what a battle I got into with Dr. Amjad over creating a job for him. Amjad refused, saying that the budget wouldn’t cover it and that Salim As’ad would...
The fate of Khalil Ahmad Jaber was indeed a tragic one. But the greater problem remains: the murderer remains unidentified. We have a mystery murderer. The people I questioned during the course of my investigation felt they could not identify the murderer. Some said they simply didn’t know. Anywa...
The young man stood before the interrogator and closed his eyes. He always closed his eyes when he faced danger, when he was alone, and when his mother . . . On that day too, the morning of Thursday, December 22, 1993, he closed his eyes involuntarily. Yalo did not understand why everything was w...