المفتري

يفرض الرجال الخداع على النساء ويعاقبوهن لكونهن قد خدعن ويدفعوا بهن إلى الحضيض ثم يعاقبوهن بسبب هذا السقوط المزري نوال السعداوي خالد التني الخرطوم ” هناك حالات كثيرة مثل هذه ” قال ذلك بغيظ وهو يطلق نفثة الدخان من أنبوب الشيشة “… طوال هذه السنوات ظللت أهاجم من قبل أقربائي كي اتخذ لي زوجة سودانية

هدية لمهدي

إن يوماً أو ساعةً من الحرية لتساوي دهراً كاملاً في القيود جوزيف اديسون خالد التني صحى مهدي من نومه على صوت بوق عربة التاكسي المتواصل ، وشعر بغرابة الأمر أن يصل عمه هشام خلال زمن بدا له و كأنه مجرد ثوانٍ قليلة منذ أن فرغ من أداء صلاة الفجر وعاد للنوم مرة أخرى. ونهض حافياً

Banana Love/

“Le Coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point.” The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing. – Blaise Pascal I felt a cool spray of water splash on my face startling me. “Get up and wash your face and perform your wudu, the muezzin has called for Sunset Prayer”. She

Fawzi/

“Though dreams can be deceiving like faces are to hearts They serve for sweet relieving when fantasy and reality lie too far apart” – Fiona Apple Fawzi answered an ad Leila had posted in the Al Waseet paper for a chauffer. She had spent the past three weeks, unpacking her belongings, and greeting guests and

A Gift for Mahdi/

“A day, an hour, of liberty is worth an eternity in bondage” – Joseph Addison The loud persistent beeping of a taxi woke Mahdi from his sleep. It felt strange that Hisham, his uncle had arrived in what had felt like seconds since he had prayed the Fajr and fallen asleep. He rose drowsily rubbing

The Slanderer/

“Men impose deception on women and punish them for being deceived, Face them down to the lowest level and punish them for falling so low” –       Nawal El Saadawi Khartoum, Nine thirty p.m “There have been many cases of this” he said irately releasing a wisp of smoke from his sheesha pipe. “All these years

Identity/

“If you do not find worth in your own country, you will never find it elsewhere.” I allowed the sentence into my mouth, tasting it briefly. “I’ve spent years correcting you, until you became a man” on the opposite side of the table, sat my father smiling triumphantly. Who Am I? I went through yearbooks,