Omar and Faten

This is an experimental post that blends fiction and reality. The true reason for Helal’s mental breakdown was that he took to heart the Cosserian dictum, to wit, “Il n’a que les imbeciles qui écrive chaque jour,” as he brooded each evening by the Nile corniche under vanished trees planted long ago by the Khedive … Continue reading Omar and Faten

سيد الدبان

In Gouna, Egypt, the nights are long in winter, but the days go by fast. Already there are only 10 days left before my wife returns to FLA; after that, I shall, once again, be alone in this vast villa that faces the dust-covered, igneous Eastern Desert mountains of the Red Sea. I have been … Continue reading سيد الدبان