Moroccan Author Driss El Khouri Dies at 83
Moroccan author Driss El Khouri died yesterday in his home in Salé at the age of 83.
Moroccan author Driss El Khouri died yesterday in his home in Salé at the age of 83.
As the police closed in, the protesters began to retreat, individually and in groups.
“I will push your thighs together. You will open them like a pair of translated poems.”
“Lebanon is beginning to see a boom in agile, small wineries that are promoting a specifically Lebanese identity to their wines, of which indigenous grapes are an important aspect. This is to me a profoundly anti-hegemonic stance based on the recognition that there is no need to emulate some French idea of excellence.”
Mohamed Zakaria Nabulsi’s Dates and Masala was one of three novels shortlisted for the Young Adult category of the 2021 Etisalat Prize for Arabic Children’s Literature. The novel is a culinary travel coming-of-age set between Sharjah, UAE and Kochi, India, which includes twelve recipes.
“I am from Syria, my brothers and sisters; but don’t you dare pity her, / for in her dwells enough life to reconstruct the entire world and enough graves to accommodate all of you.”
“I have found that obedience and conformity in the United States are not strictly enforced or heavily guarded by armed soldiers or prisons, instead they present as a whisper, a sound vibration that crashes into your consciousness where they transform into ants that proceed to slowly and gradually eat away at your insides until they ultimately deform you after which they proceed to build you back up and mold you into what the system determines what you should become.”
Those who were around in the final moments before Wad Siraj’s death on that hot Friday noon said he had arrived moments earlier, parked his fancy Mercedes at the main road, and continued on foot into the narrow alley.
“An-Nadīm is so firmly rooted in a tragic historical narrative—he belongs so richly and consequentially to that moment in the 1880s—that his vivid, entertaining, and stirring language becomes inert, maudlin, and hackneyed.”