I hadn’t realized Rusted Radishes had put so many of their translated works online:
“The Lion Cub” is from way back in Issue 5, but if you haven’t seen it, you certainly should. The story opens:
We never suspected that the Lion Cub was not, in fact, a lion cub until his bicycle was stolen. He made no attempt to get it back. He only shot a few rounds into the air from his bedroom window, then lay down on the sponge mattress on the ground, tears dripping from his wide-open eyes, staring at the ceiling, longing intensely for his mother. His gun lay by his side.
Portion of Jam, tr. Jonathan Wright, was on Granta
Maarouf will also be appearing at this year’s Liverpool Arab Arts Festivals.