Hachette Antoine/Novel

Having grown up in a well-known camp in Lebanon, Shaker Khazal set one mission as a red flag: to get out of the prison of displacement and take his rightful place in the world. This detailed account of his life takes you on a...

Iskandar Hayek lived a comfortable and happy life. He was a prominent fabric merchant, the absolute master of his factory, his land, and his family, despite the clouds gathering over Lebanon in the mid-1960s, and the constant bickering between his fierce sister, Mado, his...

How can a lover escape love, or a warrior escape war? He died without love, but without enemies, so neither war was his defense, nor love his injustice. As for her, that captivating woman who carries weapons in one hand and her heart in...

In October 1898, German Emperor Wilhelm II embarked on a journey to the East. In Istanbul, he met with Sultan Abdul Hamid II and planned the construction of the Berlin-Baghdad Railway, aiming to immediately rival trade and the overland route to India. To keep...

Is it right to categorize people as purely good or purely evil? Is goodness an absolute value? Is poetry a flaw that begins with an irreversible slip? Should we sympathize with someone drowning, driven by a deep-seated desire to escape this trap, or should...

There is one positive aspect to leaving. Shedding one's skin can be worthwhile, despite the scars that fester in the soul. On the occasion of leaving, we become a charity event. We wear the skin of who we dreamed of being, or who hosts...

A child with emerald eyes, kidnapped from the Caucasian steppes, was sold into slavery to live as a concubine in the harem of the Emir of Baghdad. She radiated passion and allure. A woman who led the Egyptian army amidst the chaos, displaying her...

Lost Battles — Fathers have one color, sons many. Fathers have their bicycles and their slow days, sons have the rest of the colors and the future that races ahead of them. From the walls of the family to the walls of the city,...

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a city nestled on the shoulder of a shore, a city that embraced the dreams of its inhabitants. In cosmopolitan Nari, Christians, Muslims, and Jews lived in peace, drinking from the same spring, and...

I sat on the terrace of a café, not overlooking the Charletti amphitheater, pondering the possibility of Philippe De Pacheco, whose face I never saw. I was jotting down notes, and without realizing it, I was fully aware of what I was doing: I...

September is returning, and you are not here to welcome it. Longing, Sawsan... I never knew longing was a fatal disease. All my wounds can be stitched with the sutures of forgetfulness, except for your loss. This wound will only widen with each remembrance...

I am faceless, afraid to smile. This place is a confession of my awareness, and the walls around me hold no meaning other than the limits of my movement. I spin around myself, delving into my depths, summoning the furthest reaches of my past,...

Castro's regime is crumbling, and Teren Fuego still sings his Havana anthems. His voice has always ignited the golden masses and fueled the flame of hope in their hearts. But everything around him has changed. The time has come for the master of rumba...

To be a suicide bomber for the sake of luck. To put yourself in his place and time. To attempt to craft words from the very core of his thoughts and poetry. To neither do him justice, nor justify him, nor sympathize with him....

Thaer takes advantage of the crowd's distraction and sneaks into a shop. He finds nothing there to steal except an old television. But that's not the worst of it, as the men arrest him, even though they're looking for protesters, not thieves. For some...

Writing sought answers. A bouquet of questions hinting at the beautiful ambiguities that permeate everything within you. Writing is an act of purification, or an act of revenge for memory. The important thing was that it was a cry. The protagonist of "Phonograph" continues...

Veronica: Born 1546, Venice. Courtesan and courtesan of kings in the Italian Imperial era of the sixteenth century. Kara: Born in 1980, Beirut. A university professor specializing in religious sciences, conservative, with a complex about holiness, and a special fondness for metaphysics. Do not...

The truly unfortunate are those who chase after illusions. They are the ones who always lose their way in their pursuit. And that's what it means at the end of the tunnel: a mirage of illusion, not a glimmer of hope as they believe....

I am waiting. My life is arranged for everyone, like a house no one lives in. I wait for night to sleep and for morning to go to prison. I wait for nine o'clock to start at my office, and when I return, I...

Salem Street is a homeland. Stolen and reclaimed, a style owned by those who struggled for it. In truth, it is not yet a homeland. It is a dream, like all our homelands. It has forgotten heroes and unknown soldiers. It has rebels and...