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In Cairo, 'A Renewed Appetite for Egyptian and Arab Literature'

In Cairo, ‘A Renewed Appetite for Egyptian and Arab Literature’

News, Resources for Publishers /
Over at CairoScene, Hassan Tarek reports on book-buying trends in Cairo, with a focus on sales at the Diwan bookstore chain ...

New Short Fiction: ‘Denial Likes Small Activities’

New Short Fiction: 'Denial Likes Small Activities'
Fiction /
This story comes from Hussein al-Abri's latest collection, Time Slips Away in the Corner (2026) ...

On Ansam Abu Sitta’s ‘Bench of the Reserves’

On Ansam Abu Sitta’s ‘Bench of the Reserves’
Gaza, Palestine, Reviews /
As part of an initiative by Alaan Publishers to publish the works of 12 Gazan writers, Ansam Abu Sitta’s دكة الاحتياط (Bench of the Reserves), published in Arabic in 2026, is a collection of 18 short stories that move between realism and highly condensed symbolism ...

Fiction

New Short Fiction: ‘Denial Likes Small Activities’

New Short Fiction: 'Denial Likes Small Activities'

This story comes from Hussein al-Abri’s latest collection, Time Slips Away in the Corner (2026).

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Classic Short Fiction from Tunisia: ‘Hajj Zayan’

Classic Short Fiction from Tunisia: 'Hajj Zayan'

Mostafa Khraïef (1910-1967) was a prominent Tunisian poet, writer, and journalist.

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Short Fiction by Muhammad Khudayyir

Short Fiction by Muhammad Khudayyir

A story from the fall of 1983 by the scribe of Basra, Muhammad Khudayyir.

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Poetry

Mahmoud Darwish: ‘The End of Things’

Mahmoud Darwish: 'The End of Things'

There are events around the world this September 25-27 celebrating the poetry of Mahmoud Darwish, after the Arab World Institute and Centre Pompidou declared September 25 to be “Mahmoud Darwish Poetry Day.”

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Poetry in Translation by Fadwa Suleiman

Poetry in Translation by Fadwa Suleiman

“I’m sitting alone in my room / my clothes scattered around me”

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Texts After the Screaming

Texts After the Screaming

Nour Balousha wrote these two poems “after I stopped screaming, not because it ended, but because I grew too exhausted to keep screaming.”

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Interviews

On Music, Memory, and Damascus

On Music, Memory, and Damascus

“Music is one of the arts most connected to place, as it is a physical vibration in a space.”

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On Shaping ‘The Book of Damascus’

On Shaping ‘The Book of Damascus’

The Book of Damascus, ed. Zaher Omareen, is a new anthology in their “Reading the City” series. Here, editor Zaher Omareen talks with Fifi Bat-hef about selecting ten stories to represent a city as complex and storied as Damascus.

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Palestinian Sittis and the Inheritance of Memories

Palestinian Sittis and the Inheritance of Memories

In this conversation, Hooda Shawa offers inspiring insight into her experience writing such a personal and powerful novel as well as herself as an author.

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In Focus

From Gaza
Between Two Arabic Translators with Yasmeen Hanoosh
May Goes On: (Re)-Introducing May Ziadeh

From the archives

‘To Keep That Wrongness’: Adania Shibli on Relating to Language in ‘Minor Detail’

‘To Keep That Wrongness’: Adania Shibli on Relating to Language in 'Minor Detail'
By Alex Tan On 12 September 2024, the Palestinian writer Adania Shibli was in New York City to speak about ...

A Talk with Poet Golan Haji: ‘Languages Never Draw Geographical Boundaries’

A Talk with Poet Golan Haji: 'Languages Never Draw Geographical Boundaries'

” Jaziri wrote poetry with one set of alphabets which at that time were used in four languages: Kurdish, Ottoman Turkish, Persian, and Arabic. Sometimes, he used the four languages in one couplet. His poems are still recited and sung by Kurds. That coexistence of languages was quite natural, the alluring music was convincing, although I sometimes understood almost nothing.”

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For Valentine’s Day: The Many Loves of Nizar Qabbani

For Valentine's Day: The Many Loves of Nizar Qabbani

Your love has taught me… how to be sad.
And I have needed, for ages
A woman to make me sad
A woman in whose arms I could weep
Like a sparrow,

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