By: Ahmed Yousef Aqila 1 When I was a child I listened to the radio announcer saying before the Sultan’s speech “whenever the Sultan speaks, water springs gush, the land becomes green, and palm trees yield dates”, so I prayed longevity for the Sultan. 2 When the Sultan began his speech through our old radio, I climbed over the roof and gazed into the field, and palm trees, while my mother carried her bucket searching for the water spring. 3 The Sultan finished his long speech, though the fields remained barren, roamed by sand storms, and my mother’s bucket returned empty, […]
Ahmed Yousef Aqila: Our Old Radio (Short Story)
