A short Stroy by: Ibrahim Bayodh*Translated From Arabic by: Ghazi Gheblawi That evening (Al Zarrouk) didn’t leave the residence annexed to the school to house the villages’ students, and which is comprised of three rooms and a shanty; he didn’t leave to visit his family as he used to do every weekend. So he amused himself by preparing tea and succeeded more than once to oust the idea of washing his only trousers but the idea came back again. So he gave up to the urge and took off his trousers in a hurry and wrapped himself with a piece […]
English
Green Shroud
To M.Trying to reach your shinelosing myself in the deep green seaswimming in your eyesgetting to see my face in its shimmercloser I lean towards nonexistencecloser the olive branchesshroud me… I fall for them…sleep.. sleep in meembrace the mountainsstreaked with the greenthe smell of earthentwined with smell of breezeI reach again to your eyes…I wake to me facing you once moreand once more I bite a piece of sweetnessleave it melt in my mouthto the end of throatchoking in the bitterness that is left let me touch itfor the last blinkbefore I drown in the green… London03/03/2007
A blogger jailed in Egypt
I have been following the case of the Egyptian blogger Kareem Amer, since he was arrested last November 2006. Yesterday an Egyptian court in Alexandria found him guilty on the charges of insulting both Islam and Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak and sentenced him to four years in jail over his writings on the Internet. Abdel Karim Suleiman (his real name), a 22-year-old former law student at al-Azhar, he called the institution “the university of terrorism” and accused it of suppressing free thought. The university expelled him in 2006 and pressed prosecutors to put him on trial.He is the first blogger […]
A new Libyan Talent
Her name is Asia Alfasi, she is 22 years old, and lives in Birmingham England. Her true passion is Manga the Japanese cartoon characters and comic books in general. She created her own Arabic manga characters, one of them is called Monir an Arabian Muslim child (and a prince although he doesn’t know it) who has learned to fight to stay alive and look after his twin sister Monira.She won graphic drawing awards, and now signed a deal with the prestigious Bloomsbury publishing house (The Harry Potter publishers) to publish a two part Auto-Biographical graphic novel entitled (Native Narratives) that […]
Imtidad Cultural Podcast.. English Edition (Season 2 episode 4)
In this second episode of Imtidad English, we will be reviewing the new issue of Banipal magazine No 27 Autumn/winter 2006, then we will be presenting Libyan storyteller Ahmed Youssef Aghila, by reading two of his short stories translated from Arabic, and there will be some paintings by artist Mohammed Binlamen. I am proud also to present Arabic musical pieces performed and organized by Arab American musician Sami Abu Shumays, to whom I extend my thanks for giving me permission to reproduce his music on Imtidad, Sami hosts and produces a Podcast called personal performances, in which presents Arabic music and performers, and focuses on the […]
African Writers' Evening… again
Last Friday 17th Nov. I was invited to take part in the African Writers’ Evening, that is hosted by poet Nii Ayikwei Parkes part of the annual program of the poetry cafe. The evening is a reading event for poets and writers that are originally from Africa and either reside in Britain or are invited from their countries for the event, it is a bimonthly event, and has featured many writers.I was Invited to read some of my poetry that I write in English, and also an Arabic translation of a poem written by Nii Ayikwei Parkes.The Evening also featured […]
A talented friend
The long quest to become a better doctor, has affected our personalities in different ways, some of us begin studying Medicine bringing with them various experiences and skills other than sitting for hours to read enormous books and references, I always said that each one of us has a talent, but Medicine crushed most of these talents, leaving some people the shadow of the souls they were when they began this long journey.*One of our close friends who had many talents, and hobbies, was (Aladdine Geleidi), aka (Ala). (Ala) used to be a multi-interests person, he was a good swimmer, […]
Imtidad Cultural Podcast.. English edition (Season 2 Episode 2)
Welcome to Imtidad. Imtidad is a podcast focusing on Arabic culture and Literature in the middle east, europe and America. the podcast was launched on April 2006 as a weekly show in Arabic language, and finished its first season with 12 episodes. With the return of the second season, we decided to launch the English edition of Imtidad, giving highlights on Arabic culture and literature translated mainly into English. There will be readings of translated literary works, such as, poetry, short stories, novels, plays and book reviews. there will also be reviews on the major events related to Arabic culture […]
The Road to Edinburgh
Last Weekend I visited the Scottish city of Edinburgh. Each year on August the capital city of Scotland becomes a big festival, officially named The Fringe Festival. And each year I get to squeeze a day between work at the hospital and studies to visit this beautiful city.My journey started at Victoria coach station in central London, as the journey up north lasts for nine hours, I thought it would be good idea to take the overnight bus that leaves London at 11p.m and reaches Edinburgh 8a.m the next day.I thought that the trip will be boring so I prepared […]
30
It wasn’t easyreaching the far point of being meshe smiled and said:“why are you smiling?”I continued to draw a sort of angles on my lipsa smile as she describedthus, I didn’t know the exact word.I blew my words:“today I become thirty”she looked at me with amasement and said“thirteen!!!, you look younger than that!!”I replied:“no, thirty, three zero, not one three”she ran away with her eyes and mumbled:“Oh, I see. Why you lived so long?!!” I didn’t want to answer..but during this, she disappearedleaving a scent of rotten jasmine flowersher warmth on the leather seat was still radiating her presence I […]