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Ibrahim Mālik

The Culture of Peace and Co-Existence – Translated by Jamal Assadi, with Assistance from Michael Hegeman and Michael Jacobs

Edited By Jamal Assadi

This selection of Ibrahim Mālik’s short stories and poetry brings together an illustrative compendium of his works, which propose a genuine portrait of the numerous predicaments, concerns, apprehensions, and coercions from which the Arab community inside Israel suffers. To a great extent, these difficulties are currently the lot of many ethnic groups and communities in the Middle East and many other parts of the world. General readers of this work will take pleasure in exploring a different culture, while specialists interested in Arabic literature will find new and bountiful grounds for academic study.
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Hassan Al-Mamroush Did Not Take His Dinner That Evening

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Somewhere on the general road from Acre to Safad Hassan Al-Mamroush built his new house. It is on the road which is no longer owned by its real owners and which starts from Acre, the Phoenician City situated on the sea in the west, next to the northern horn of the gulf rock, and heads towards Canaanite Safad mounting up proudly to Mount Canaan. It overlooks Al-Amoud Valley, which was a nesting place for eagles and a refuge for shepherds, Bedouin from the mountain shoulders, and which was rich with fresh water before it was flooded by stinky sewage water from the new Safad. Hassan built his house on top of Ad-Dabbeh Wilderness after he was distanced, against his will, from Kufr E’nan in that year which he did not like to remember or to mention. It distressed him.

Hassan threw his tired body on the mat that his wife had spread on the concrete floor at the entrance of his house. That Galilean night, which came after a very hot day, the weather was cool and tender. He felt that work at the quarries of Abu Yaqoub from Bina was extremely hard. The quarries were located on the mountainous road halfway between Nahef and Sajour. The place was confiscated and now nobody ← 71 | 72 → remembers whether it belonged to Nahef or Sajour, Bina or Deir Al-Assad. Somehow, it has become the property of Shazour and Karmiel, the neighboring Jewish places.

That beautiful night...

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