Fiction
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“This coffee is not warm, at best lukewarm, sah? Needs to be hot. Everybody knows this. When it comes to coffee, hot is good. Where’s your manager? I want to speak to him.” She works in the restaurant n
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
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
Sara’s mother wants her to be a doctor. Just listen to this: ‘Yes, it is true, I would very much like to see Sara become a doctor.’ As a rule, Sara’s mother is not picky, any sort of doctor will do: intern
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