Friday Finds: ‘The Man Who Hates Sneezing,’ a Story from Syria
“What do you mean? How can you get married on the quiet?”
“What do you mean? How can you get married on the quiet?”
“Probably don’t go with the idea of saving anyone.”
They came away until they came
to water, wearied
while overhead the sun searched for a needle
to reattach them to the shadows.
“I admit that it is not strong evidence, but it does conjure a scene of the two lovers having a conversation with this Ottoman dignitary as they milled around at Pashkov’s feminist conference.”
“Alkhairalla was there to talk about “using comics as a platform for independent story-telling.”
“This Sunday, suggested submissions are literary works geared toward the seven nations targeted by the Donald Trump regime’s travel ban; a finish-your-book fund looking for immigrant writers; and an anthology featuring Muslim voices.”
The furniture too corresponds with the wood,
the way distant sons write to their mothers
Only the tree whose child they’ve carved into a coffin,
does not receive any mail.
“When my mother asked me to spend the summer in her brothers’ house in the south, I employed every sophistry of my sixteen years—an age when only a mother pays attention to your budding philosophy of life—to explain to her that life forces surge northward, that the south, from which she and my father came, was becoming obsolete, that Ibn Khaldun (who had inspired this claim) was a great man, that the money could be better spent on a vacation, and that her brothers were actually not that nice.”
“The response to his novel is not only disproportionate; it is entirely out of place.”