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Piece by Piece They’re Taking My World Away

The waves fell on the shore like shipwrecked men, broken-spirited, disheartened and weak, one after the next, with clipped moans, small sighs, one after the next. The squall had begun to die down in mid-afternoon…...

Me and Mycobacterium tuberculosis

When I was given the news, I was quite overcome. I was told I was going to England. I was supposed to work with a company in London for a couple of years as part of my job. I was instructed to apply for…...

The Bamboo Stalk

One evening I called a taxi to go to the gas depot near the central market to change an empty cylinder. One of the streets in Jabriya was severely congested. Jabriya is always crowded, but congestion like…...

The Bed

I wake up early on an August morning in 1980. The blinds are drawn and the rays of the sun are blinding me. I reach for my sunglasses on the desk, but there is no desk, and the giant map of the United…...

The Folktales of Sindh: An Introduction

The Folklore and Literature Project, the forty-two-volume Sindhi folklore collection compiled by the scholar, philologist, and folklorist Nabi Bakhsh Khan Baloch (1917–2011) and published by the…...

The Two Sparrows

There was a sparrow. And there was a male sparrow. The sparrow brought home a grain of rice. The male sparrow brought one of mung. Together the two of them made khichri. Then the sparrow went outdoors…...

The Stork and the She-Stork

In a tamarisk tree beside a lake a stork and a she-stork made a nest and had babies. Early every morning both of them flew out in search of food to feed their chicks. One day, while flying, they sighted…...

The Great Lord Pabori

One day a jackal in search of food entered a town. From one direction he heard the cluck-cluck of chicken. He headed toward the sound under the cover of night, taking care not to attract the notice of…...

Flowers in Concrete

Rosa Maria stopped in front of C tower. Boys and girls from the neighborhood were turning up in clusters, they’d waited for this moment for a week now, good mood, party clothes, name brand clothes,…...

Bushrawi . . . Ranjini

Ranjini I’m frightened. Why are the people I’m to work for late? When will they come for me? My heart is pounding. Will they send me back to my country? I see that it’s dark outside the…...

from “Last Words from Montmartre”

Letter Ten May 11 Dearest Yong, My sister sent me the two CDs that I wanted. She sent them on May 7. The courier rang the doorbell and handed them to me this morning, and I immediately rushed over to my…...

from “My Body Laid Bare”

Thankfully, the advent of my friends’ sexuality took me out of the lonely guilt I felt after being molested. The first year of middle school is the occasion for young studs to swagger onto the scene.…...

Ney Boulevard

Were it not for the misery of waiting on it for hours and hours, “Ney Boulevard,” my dear, could, would, and, in fact, should have been the most exhilarating name a street can have. When I…...

Cavities and Kindness

“Here comes the air.” “Now water.” “Now I'm going to insert the cotton.” That's what my dentist, who looked like Misaki Ito, said. I looked up at the woman,…...

from “Spring”

TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: Spring (Printemps), which was published by Grasset in April 2014, is set in Algiers between early 2011 and 2013. Teldj, a former 400m hurdles Olympic medalist, is gay, in her thirties,…...

from “Adam’s Apple”

Georgii Izmailov, a successful St. Petersburg businessman, attends the glitzy, high-profile presentation of his own latest project, the largest business center in the city, together with his business partners…...

New Writing from Equatorial Guinea: An Introduction

Having recently translated By Night The Mountain Burns, by Juan Tomás Ávila Laurel, I am acutely aware of what a forgotten place Equatorial Guinea is. Whenever I talk about what I’ve…...

Government Property

“A bitch like that would make any man proud. Look at those tits, bursting forth in need of a man’s touch. They’re calling to me, baby.” It was nine o’clock in the morning,…...

By Night the Mountain Burns

Like all the inhabitants on our Atlantic island, we lived in the big village during the rainy season and went to the settlements in the dry season, to eat whatever we could find there. The house in the…...

For Nina

August 18, 1995 Dear Nina: Today I went to buy this notebook with money I borrowed from Frida . . . your daughter. I also bought myself a large ice cream, vanilla-flavored. It wasn't very good. I came…...

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