Fiction

As many of us have no doubt heard by now, a manuscript recently unearthed by a Ph.D. student at the…

Let’s go back to the beginning..In those days, as the story goes, the world was at war; and when there’s…

I sit cross-legged on my grandparents’ balcony. My dark, scarred knees are warm against the hot stone ground. My little…

It was dark where I was, near the corner where the shadows slept. The night was cold. A discarded plastic…

The disgusting scent of oily hair fills my nostrils. “Salma, Salma, there’s someone here,” Aisha called out. “Do they look…

It’s jammed, once again. The iron gate’s lock is get-ting rustier as the days pass. I gather all my strength…

GRAND THEATRO just before reconstruction (1994) • Pierre Maadanjian • Photography Version 3.4 for Two Baritone Narrators and Sound Effects…