Author: ahmad i. alkhalel

As her face becomes fierier red. -Wait a moment; she will soon begin speaking audibly….

When people are exposed to injustice and humiliation over a long period of time, in…

A hand patted her shoulder, raised her head, Aunt Alara was crying, “may God have…

The summer of 1989 AD Marwan is nine years old. Alara is in her 38th…

-The boy is in pain, Alara; stop what you’re doing. Said, laughing crudely, “Since when…

This would not have been my condition if I had a brother since he would have…

-Where’s the oil? Where is that damned plate? She looked into his eyes once more,…

-Alara, this is not what we agreed to. You are not permitted to violate the…

For a whole year, the arguments and quarrels between her and Alara did not subside,…

Sardar and the father had similar thoughts. Another chivalrous man is his daughter’s fiancé. He,…

Death is a thorny dilemma. We do not know when it comes and how, and…

A section of an Egyptian newspaper devoted to communication where young people can post brief…