Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

No matter how long you’ve lived in this arid, barren, desert of a country. No matter how many summers you’ve endured. The scorching heat...

This is where marriages come to die, I thought. Standing as I have done daily, before the judge, beside my client, explaining why her/his...

في ممرات المحاكم الضيّقة، الكئيبة، جدران متعبة، طلاؤها مهترئ، أبوابها الخشبية البالية تتشعبها شقوق كعروق دمٍ ناشفة ميّته. الهواء المتعف...

My Darling Fred, Every May a mammoth sense of bereavement swallows me, as if it hasn’t been six years since you left. The silence...

I am conscious, and so the dream stops. No moving pictures, shapes, color, or sound. A blank rectangle like an old turned off telev...

I try to grab on to a beautiful memory. Nothing particularly special or grand, we’re in the park, Jori playing on the bungee trampoline, ...

There are 27 bones in a hand. I examine my left hand carefully, I think of how much work it leaves up to my right. I try to imagin...