Alis al-Bustani’s ‘Sa’iba’ and the Arab Nahda
Ansam Abu Sitta’s ‘Behind the Walls’
The Seven Palestinian Nominees for the 2027 Astrid Lindgren Award
Fiction
Alis al-Bustani’s ‘Sa’iba’ and the Arab Nahda
A Victorian gothic novel and an Ottoman-Arabic context – could such a peculiar combination be the ultimate manifestation of early Nahda production? Sa’iba, Alis al-Bustani’s first and only novel, is a product of Arab modernity, born from the introduction of European literature to the Arab intellectual during the renaissance of the nineteenth century, a context very familiar to the author.
The Mouse That Cheated Death
“The Mouse That Cheated Death” is a short story by Qatari writer Huda Al Naemi from her collection “Kaleela and Huda.”
Poetry
Mahmoud Darwish: ‘The End of Things’
There are events around the world this September 25-27 celebrating the poetry of Mahmoud Darwish, after the Arab World Institute and Centre Pompidou declared September 25 to be “Mahmoud Darwish Poetry Day.”
Interviews
‘Writing Is Rediscovering the Tangible’
Born in the mid-1980s, Ahmed Alhokail is among the most distinctive Saudi writers of his generation. In this exchange, he talks about placing the ordinary at the center of the story, classical Arabic narratives as a living model, Najdi oral storytelling and the uncanny, and the “global reader.”
On Music, Memory, and Damascus
“Music is one of the arts most connected to place, as it is a physical vibration in a space.”
On Shaping ‘The Book of Damascus’
The Book of Damascus, ed. Zaher Omareen, is a new anthology in their “Reading the City” series. Here, editor Zaher Omareen talks with Fifi Bat-hef about selecting ten stories to represent a city as complex and storied as Damascus.
In Focus
From the archives
Translating the Unseen: Gaza’s Sky and Anne Carson’s Vision
In Conversation: The Possibilities for Doing ‘Right’ in 14th Century Morocco & Spain
For Valentine’s Day: The Many Loves of Nizar Qabbani
Your love has taught me… how to be sad.
And I have needed, for ages
A woman to make me sad
A woman in whose arms I could weep
Like a sparrow,





