My grandmother owns the biggest Nakba in our household. It is a white shaped mass that is tied around her waist; she drags it around absentmindedly, almost effortlessly as if it is a part of her body. My grandmother has been always old to me: her back is hunched and her leg vains stick out… Continue reading Small pocket full of Nakbas
Category: short stories
في بلاد الباسك – in the Basqueland
First you begin with a recipe, that’s how all short stories begin. The ingredients vary and so does the taste. His main ingredient is sorrow. He would like to warn her, but her persistent eyes and hospitable smile override his attempts. The 91-year old Karim sits hunched over his seat, basking under the Basque sun,… Continue reading في بلاد الباسك – in the Basqueland
Three stories of a novel return
Story I: That night, different from any other night, the stairs up the Hadar seemed endless. She usually climbed the stairs with quite ease and tranquility, listening to the birds chirping in the oak trees and observing the unique details that Haifa has to offer. She rarely took the bus, especially after an hour train… Continue reading Three stories of a novel return
Walk down Lower Hadar
In a parallel line she walked along Ben Gurion Avenue (it was called Carmel St before the Nakba of Palestinians and the establishment of the state of Israel) and in parallel she thought about her duties: her grandmother is in the hospital and she should visit her. And in parallel society she lived, when she… Continue reading Walk down Lower Hadar
blindness and the death of Tahseen
blind means one is not able to see. the deprivation of seeing manifests itself as the lack of eyesight, mind-sight or soul-sight. The Greek seer that sees the future is almost always blind (in the traditional way of being blind). Can one say that everyone is blind- only each person is blind in its own… Continue reading blindness and the death of Tahseen
DOGRANADA – Short Story
In the land of Dogranada, there are many dogs. They are the official citizens of this lovely city. Perched on a hill, surrounded by luscious, green mountains and rich waterfalls that shine in the morning. Everything was normal until the Day of Honor; a day in which the council of Gods and Dogs present awards… Continue reading DOGRANADA – Short Story
Mr. Zilde becomes the protagonist
The TV had a variety of cable channels. This fact had perplexed my mind for I grew up in a thrifty house where we had 34 channels only, though I suspect the scarcity of channels was actually due to my mom’s desire to surf easily through channels. The availability and variety had caused me to… Continue reading Mr. Zilde becomes the protagonist
Ramallah-Jerusalem bus’s love story
It was a mid-august day, the sun blazing the streets of Ramallah. The usual bustle of cabs rushing to catch the next prey, shop owners screaming for costumers, an old man setting at the side of the street selling hand-made Rebabas, old used books on the side boulder-made-wall. Ramallah, as the cab driver had told… Continue reading Ramallah-Jerusalem bus’s love story
A Night In Ramallah
Cold wind hitting your face, pushing you backwards. Snow stained with cars oil, big,small and random footsteps lead the way-In Ramallah the snow is not white it is greyish. It is my third time in Ramallah, and everytime I pass the checkpoint I get overwhelmed by it. I sit close to the window so I… Continue reading A Night In Ramallah
AICHA BINT YUSIF 