1960’s: Driving over Kubri Bahri It was that part of the day where as the sun sets, heat waves gently smooth away squinted eyes into a relieved sigh. The swaying of the prayer beads draped […]
Category: {Short Stories}
Our Ailing Queen
She had the symptoms of a raped victim. Crazed eyes, slit lip, tangled hair and violet bruises flowering along her jaw line. Yet she sat calm with a straight back, transfixed, waiting. She was no […]
American Woman
With a ready smile, a look so uplifting, a grace so daunting yet humble in every action. Raised with Sudan’s anthem ready on her lips, a heritage she never took lightly, but shown brightly as […]
And the way She
A byzantine man with a steady income he sits in that same seat, cradling his drink, waiting for this mystifying lady. Being Friday, it was pretty damn early, splotches of the hasty retreat of the […]
Shai with the Joneses
It has occurred to me that in actuality, I may be mad… I give the bell a firm push, grimacing through the trilly bird song that lasted much longer than anticipated. I cannot help but […]
Yuma
There she sits. Her silhouette a mere smudge on the horizon, the sun lazily rising, she calmly breathing in and out, ticking softly at her prayer beads while sipping at her shai, whenever I’d sit […]
Manifestations of Nirvana
So where you headin’… I rub my legs down from the crampness of sitting for twelve hours straight. Looking up to stare into the eyes of the tear streaked, snot covered kid sitting next to […]
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