New Short Fiction: ‘Sleeping in Front of Al-Gomhorya Cafe’
In this short fiction by Mai Al-Maghribi, “a watchtower grew over my shoulder, yellow and dry, with windows on both sides, and my father was the security guard who watched my every move.”
In this short fiction by Mai Al-Maghribi, “a watchtower grew over my shoulder, yellow and dry, with windows on both sides, and my father was the security guard who watched my every move.”
In this short fiction by Mai Al-Maghribi, the narrator has dreams of art but doesn’t have the connections and gets dragged into an uncle’s tannery business.