If an Egyptian Cannot Speak English

by Noor Naga

He cleared his throat as though fatherhood had just been declared carcinogenic and he wanted nothing to do with it: he was doing a cleanse, he was detoxing,

What if female arousal is just the belief that you will not die at this man’s hands?

But why do I say home as though he lived here? Does he? He came up one night, slipped my dress over my head, and never left. We’ve been playing house for the last two weeks. Except that I’m both father and mother, bringing home the meat and also cooking it while he waits for me with his cheek in his hand. Do I mind?