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My stories

Gold cherry

The Grave

Repeat the words over and over again. Someone hands you a small booklet, the Arabic words printed in beautiful, woven calligraphy, letters dancing so gracefully, but you are not.
Cherry

Mohab- Beloved

There is something about the Egyptian woman; he can’t put his finger on it. Something about the tilt of her hips, the sparkle in her eyes when she laughs, the flirtatious hands.
Cherry

On Birthdays and Other Scary Things

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I hate my birthdays.
Cherry

For The Love Of Paris

As with most major events or mishaps in my life, I like to blame my mother for my love for Paris. Thanks to her and her iron fist of TV censorship...

The Question of Courage

If you’re in a family where two out of three will climb on a chair and scream at the cockroach below, someone has to step down and kill it with a slipper. That someone is usually me.

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