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There is the well-known story that, over the years, has morphed into something like a legend, even myth, about the man who--married or not, we will never know-- one Tuesday morning in April was walking down Salem
By Jawa Al Ahmad I’ve been working for six years now. I always knew I was made for the corporate life. Vacation mode or not, I was an early riser. I loved the office atmosphere, the routine that came with a corp
“What would others think if I fail?” “I don’t have enough seed money.” The voice that speaks in all of our heads, yet sadly it is the one that most listen to. We often regard opportunity as a potential f
This month I am introducing you to a word-wizard named Tara Jeana. It’s October. In most countries, winds are blowing, leaves are falling. And Tara’s writing, aptly, will also blow you away. Her stories, thoug
I started wearing glasses when I was about five. My parents, like many parents, realized that I was squinting whenever I watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on TV, and decided that it probably wasn’t because th
R.L. Stine once wrote, “There are all kinds of worlds in the real world,” she said softly. “Most people don’t know that.” Worlds exist within the world we live in, a scary thought but a necessary one. Ar
When Hamid stops to look out to the Gulf, unstrapping his camera to click the skyline and assorted blue and white cargo ships crawling by, there is something in his stopping that brings them out of the rocks. As h
Khalid is in love. Go ahead, ask him. “Yes it’s true. I am in love. Sad to say, it has me by the throat,” placing both hands around his neck, showing what choking-love looks like. “But, . . .” shrugging,
Looking down, seeing an ant carrying two blades of grass, one greener and shorter than the other, and knowing that I am the only person in the world, in any world, seeing this, I can only wonder what it plans to d
By Emma Abdullah I’d like to dedicate this story to the glowing necklace boy on the Gulf Road, whose name I will never know but whose story will stay with me always. When I was younger, I always thought the m
There is simply no other way to describe it: when she gets up and leaves the coffee shop, she ever so stealthily walks sideways. She does this to keep an eye on him. Unfortunately, she is not very good at sideways
For our regular readers out there, the name Craig Loomis may already ring a bit familiar to you. A long time professor at the American University of Kuwait, he is also a near-constant contributor of fiction pieces
By Emma Abdullah There was nothing worse than being on call. It ruined the weekend, tampered with my sleeping pattern and had me surviving on high doses of caffeine for at least another two days. On the other hand