Hachette Antoine/Novel

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...

Fifteen years ago, his father died. He killed himself with a gun he had once bought for self-defense, not to kill himself. The bullet pierced his heart, taking him from a life that had astonished him with all its wonder, and which had astonished...

A girl with hair as black as the river, slipping with long waters, disturbs Layla's dreams, at the same time as her husband Benjamin left their marital home in Tehran. Layla had fled Beirut in search of love, far from the curse that has...

The Lebanese Civil War is over on the ground, but it still rages on in young Suhail's mind. There, events, scenes, and time blur together, and wonderful things exist in stark contrast: the complex interplay of love and hate towards his older brother; his...

In wars, the days become indistinguishable. There will be a flaw in its bullet. Every day becomes a Dubai lived in extra time. You forget that in reality, to meet the needs of others, you bury your loneliness in the café, in fleeting stories,...

We finally reunited after six years of bloody suffering, loss, displacement, humiliation, begging, deprivation, homelessness, and death. Port Said became our home. I married five years later and had four children. Suddenly, I found myself very much alive. In the blink of an eye,...

I will crush the candy pieces endlessly I will grind it into colored flour on the earth So that the cigarettes mix with rainwater He was once in Sukariyya I will mix them like clay to make "White" is an accurate term. This is...