Short Story
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The West and Its Monster: The Real Clash Behind the “Clash of Civilisations”
The West and Its Monster: The Real Clash Behind the “Clash of Civilisations” Radical Islam was not the expression of an inevitable war between cultures, but one of the most destructive afterlives of Cold War alliances, proxy wars and political… Continue reading
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Summer on a Short Leash
By: Brahim Laaraibi Summer on a Short Leash is a story about a widowed father who fights rising prices and shrinking options to give his children one more real holiday, and discovers how love, grief, and money can all pull… Continue reading
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Not Walls, Roots: The Human Cartography of Conflict in As She Lies Beneath the Rubble
Not Walls, Roots: The Human Cartography of Conflict in As She Lies Beneath the Rubble Mo. Sami Brahim Laaraibi’s As She Lies Beneath the Rubble is not written as a manifesto disguised as fiction. It is a literary work that… Continue reading
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As She Lies Beneath the Rubble
by: Brahim Laaraibi Inside a conflict fueled by a twisted script that claims the land and sacrifices its people, As She Lies Beneath the Rubble is a story about how resemblance–seen, denied, and finally faced–has turned adversaries into reflections. Samia… Continue reading
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Dregs of a Shrine
When a tribe’s future hangs on a shrine, one storm redraws the map. A satirical story by: Brahim Laaraibi They pulled up near the shrine of their ancestral Cheikh after an exhausting day of off-road driving. The sun dipped low,… Continue reading
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Laaraibi’s “The Fortune of Votes”: Corruption, Complicity, and the Soul on the Ballot.
Laaraibi’s “The Fortune of Votes”: Corruption, Complicity, and the Soul on the Ballot. J.J. Richardson There is a moment near the end of Brahim Laaraibi’s “The Fortune of Votes” when Salem, freshly elected, rises before his guests to speak and… Continue reading
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The Fortune of Votes
A story about selling one’s soul for power and borrowed glory. By: Brahim Laaraibi Najla heard the keys at the door. The metallic jingling snapped through her — hope bitten by dread. She wiped her hands on her apron, tossed… Continue reading