[14] When Hisham left his car and entered the villa with his dogs which only left him at the hobby door, his father was getting ready to go out. He […]

[13] Only the barks of a dog accompany him on his way in the darkness. Birds are asleep, donkeys silent and people went to bed. This is Emad crossing the […]

[12] When Khodeir’s phone call ended, Dr Karim felt deeply worried. His uneasy calm abroad disappeared the moment he set foot at Cairo International Airport after many years of living […]

[11] On the way back home Khodeir drives slowly along Cairo’s busy streets with elevated bumps, repeating his familiar sentence: “Cairo his become just a big bump with a million […]

[9] Donia bought some pancakes from the cafeteria opposite the College of Fine Arts and ate them on her way to the art hall before going to the Hanager gallery […]

[7] Near Shamawes, and on the road to Tura, small groups of gypsies live in canvas and tin slums. Nothing shows they are alive except the lean animals grazing near […]

[5] A whole day may pass without seeing her. He gets up early in the morning, according to his thirty – year biological clock. He waits to her in the […]

[3] Crossing the doorstep of the Orchard villa on my way out, I looked for the driver who was waiting on the paved road. As he saw me he threw […]

[1] The air streams through the car window. I sat in the back seat. I was confused, not knowing where to look. The Nile is on the right with a […]

*Editor’s note: We start to carry “The road to Shamawes,” a novel written by Egyptian novelist Ashraf Aboul-Yazid, in series. The novel was originally written in Arabic, and translated into Korean and English. The novelist, […]