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Angela Habibi, a short story from Qatar.

Angela Habibi, a short story from Qatar. In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. —— The residential blocks of Qatar Aeronautical College were grey, characterless slabs that looked […]

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Theater 4, a short story from Qatar.

Theater 4, a short story from Qatar. In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. —— Back in 2001 Qatar wasn’t the most exciting place in the world for […]

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The Little Pronghorn, a short story from Qatar.

The Little Pronghorn, a short story from Qatar. In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. —— It was the winter of 2001 and I’d just finished an uneventful […]

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Like It Too Much, a short story from Qatar

Like it Too Much, a short story from Qatar. In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. —— My first English teaching job came at a run down old […]

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Baptism of Fire, a short story from Qatar.

Baptism of Fire, a short story from Qatar. In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. —— ‘‘This is your classroom’’ said Jamla, switching on the light. It flickered […]

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Khalifa Dreams, a short story from Qatar.

Khalifa Dreams, a short story from Qatar. In the summer of 2001 I boarded a near-empty Qatar Airways flight to Doha. Reuniting with my family who’d recently moved there for my father’s new job, it was my first time living abroad. —— It was another boiling hot afternoon. Ducking out of a taxi into the […]

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