Sahar Khalifeh’s ‘Free’
In this excerpt from Sahar Khalifeh’s ‘A Novel for My Story,’ by turns playful and serious, the novelist describes the moment she freed herself from her marriage and other people’s expectations of what her life could be.
Fiction
Classic Short Fiction by Ali Al-Douagi
“Ah, how immense my delight when I saw the moving cart piled high with carpets, lamps, and sacks of every size and color!”
From Kawther Al-Jahmi’s ‘A Son of the Country’
The novel poses a question about identity: Is it a piece of paper, or a sense of belonging?
‘He Dies for As Long As Possible’
This short piece appeared, in a slightly different form, in the SONG issue of ArabLit Quarterly in the Spring of 2021.
‘The Desert Also Keened’
Ibrahim al-Koni’s “The Desert Also Keened” was the winner of the 2023 ArabLit Story Prize in Dima El Mouallem’s translation.
From Najwa Bin Shatwan’s ‘Tree of Soap’
Libyan writer Najwa Binshatwan’s latest novel, شجرة الصابون (Tree of Soap, Dar Arab 2026) unfolds with her signature sarcastic-surrealism. In this world, the State encourages citizens to express themselves, ensures their participation, and provides them everything necessary to practice democracy. Nothing is forced, exactly; it’s just that absence is unwelcome and silence requires explanation.
From Charles Akl’s ‘Red Like Orange’
“Before singer-songwriter Yousra Hawwari, who made great use of the accordion, it was nobody’s favorite instrument despite being widely used. Perhaps it earned a kind of universal dislike precisely because it was overused in Egyptian songs from the 1990s, songs from other Arab countries that imitated Egyptian songs, and Turkish songs that either plagiarized Egyptian ones or vice versa.”
Classic Short Fiction: East Is East
“He stood bewildered at the crossroads, not knowing which way to take.” Classic short fiction about Arabs in early twentieth century Paris by Fouad Elshayeb.
From Mohammed Alyahyai’s ‘The War’
It’s publication day for Mohammed Alyahyai’s The War, in Christiaan James’s translation. In this opening passage, Issa Saleh prepares for an evening gathering—only to find that something, or someone, has slipped out of reach.