Tag Archives: Short Story

Astronaut’s Daughter  

Posted on January 16, 2015 by Amr Khalifa

(Chapters 1&2 of 10 ) (1) The emerald green of Kelly’s eyes was so intoxicating that it threatened to reduce the rest of her face to an afterthought. Luckily, for the civilized world and beyond, the rest of her measured … Continue reading →

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الحوريه و الدخان

Posted on December 26, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

كان صاحبنا، منذ الطفولة، مفكر بطبيعته، عاطفي و عطّاء و حسّاس لدرجة مؤلمة. كان شيء ما بداخله يحرك مشاعر المودة في الأخرين و لكن لعنه القدر برؤية واضحة للأمور منذ السنين الأولي للمراهقة. فهم مبكراً المعني الحقيقي للمقوله الشكسبيرية الشهيرة … Continue reading →

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Souls Lost. Souls remembered

Posted on August 23, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

The idea forced its way to the surface: whether one person reads this, or 1 million, the soul I mourn must be remembered. Regardless of your beliefs two facts are universal: we are born and at some point in our … Continue reading →

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Premeditated Murder at Rabaa

Posted on August 12, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

I can hear the bullets. The screams pierce my ear drums. The cries will haunt my nightmares tonight. The Human Rights Watch report outlining the systematic murder of Egyptians at Rabaa outlines the biggest national shame in modern Egyptian history-nothing … Continue reading →

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Maleficent & Netanyahu. Match made in Hell?

Posted on July 31, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

I say this with certainty: when I awoke to a bright sun punching its way through my window shades, this morning, I didnt expect I’d be penning a piece with Maleficient, the stuning character played by Angelina Jolie, and B. … Continue reading →

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Ice Cream, Books, and Perspective

Posted on July 31, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

We live in a world that doesnt facilitate family time. The system, most of the universe seems to comply with, serves industrial and econmic gods that place a premium on work, work and some more work. So when a summer … Continue reading →

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The Rain Keeps Falling

Posted on July 27, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

In most world capitals the rain that falls is of the sort that wets your hair. In Gaza , yet again moments ago, with the breaking of the cease fire, that rain is of the sort that injures, maims, and … Continue reading →

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The Orange Ball

Posted on July 26, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

                                                                     The Orange Ball It was a … Continue reading →

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Hope lost. Hope Regained.

Posted on July 25, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

The fish almost glittered among a beautiful background of greenary and nothing else. The dish beckoned and he obayed. Midway through the 3rd bite he was also digesting the news of the demise of one of the great inetllectuals responsible … Continue reading →

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After The Rain Has Gone

Posted on July 24, 2014 by Amr Khalifa

I have a preference for snow flakes. They speak to me: they whisper individual snippets about voyages not traveled, about wafting through pristince clouds, their innocence resonates. Yet its the rain drops, that attack the soil, that wet both body … Continue reading →

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