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My stories

Cherry

Amani - February 2, 2011

As Egyptians, we tend to laugh in tragedies, cracking up at funerals, mocking death in our typical self-deprecating humour.
Cherry

Nancy - February 6, 2011

You hate me because I’m the other side of your coin. I’m not in the square, but that doesn’t make me any less worthy than you. I’ve decided to survive.
Cherry

Sherif - January 29, 2011

This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.
Cherry

Ahmed - January 28th, 2011

I hate myself, fully and completely. And this fury breaks me into a cold sweat. I stand up and look at the square before me. I’m supposed to be brave. Brave men don’t run.
Cherry

Mona - January 28th, 2011

‘He’s taken down his two hunting rifles and his handgun and has organized a little neighbourhood militia.Who’d have thought? And someone conveniently found a few butchers knives.’

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