The Orange Ball

Even in the world of the innocent evil finds a way in.

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                                                                     The Orange Ball

It was a simple ball, round in shape and Orange in color. It was highly attractive for the eight ten year old children who were gathered around it to commence a harmless game of Futball. In this neck of the woods, East Jerusalem, it was called Futball not Soccer. The reddish hue of Youssef’s hair was near in its tint to the ball, in fact- for that matter so were the freckles dotting his face. On the other side of the small pitch was a boy with long curly hair named Ahmed, leading his newly found friends, against Youssef’s side. To watch them from a park bench, as their mothers intently did, you…

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About Amr Khalifa

An analyst, a political comentator on the uber complex Egyptian and MENA scene. I may not have every answer but I know the questions to ask. When not publishing in Ahram Online, Mada Masr, Daily News Egypt and Muftah I love the dynamic of the short story. If you adore the written word you have come to the right place. Pull up a chair and join me for a cup of literary tea.
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