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StoryYour turn to dream gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryVorever gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWithout you gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryYour Chocolate gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Shirt on the floor gingeresque311 years 6 months ago
StoryLight/Lifeline gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
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StoryMonster gingeresque611 years 6 months ago
StoryRock/ Paper gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryLeila - February 9, 2011 gingeresque211 years 6 months ago
StoryNancy - February 6, 2011 gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StorySherif - January 29, 2011 gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StoryMona - January 28th, 2011 gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryPerfect Shell gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Little Pill gingeresque611 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Walls gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StoryOn Being A Cruslim gingeresque211 years 6 months ago
StoryMohab- Beloved gingeresque211 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Question of Courage gingeresque211 years 6 months ago
StoryShut Up, Ghandi gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Eight Symptoms of Being a Foodist gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StoryMohamed Talks gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Remains gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StoryShake It, Goose! gingeresque311 years 6 months ago
StoryTony Was a Friend of Mine gingeresque311 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Amani - February 2, 2011

As Egyptians, we tend to laugh in tragedies, cracking up at funerals, mocking death in our typical self-deprecating humour.
Cherry

Nancy - February 6, 2011

You hate me because I’m the other side of your coin. I’m not in the square, but that doesn’t make me any less worthy than you. I’ve decided to survive.
Cherry

Sherif - January 29, 2011

This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.
Cherry

Ahmed - January 28th, 2011

I hate myself, fully and completely. And this fury breaks me into a cold sweat. I stand up and look at the square before me. I’m supposed to be brave. Brave men don’t run.
Cherry

Mona - January 28th, 2011

‘He’s taken down his two hunting rifles and his handgun and has organized a little neighbourhood militia.Who’d have thought? And someone conveniently found a few butchers knives.’

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