This story appeared in Montasser Al-Qaffash’s story collection At Eye Level, which won the 2014 Sawiris Prize for Short Fiction:
It appears in World Literature Today, translated by Gretchen McCullough, and opens:
The story started with a phone call from Mohsen. Keep reading at World Literature Today. I decided to go since this was the first apartment Mohsen had offered to show me himself—he had heard most of my apartment stories. He found an apartment on the Nile. The price was within my budgeted savings. I also smelled a rat because it was so cheap. I refused right away when I learned it was close to Tora Prison. Also read the translator’s note: “Sheltering Words: Collaboratively Translating Montasser Al-Qaffash”
Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditGoogleTumblrWhatsAppPinterestTelegramPocketSkypeLike this:Like Loading…‹ 10 Iraqi Short Stories for the Shortest Day of the YearCategories: Egypt, short stories Not that I was usually punctual, but because the traffic was unexpectedly light along the corniche, flowing so smoothly a passenger in the microbus kept saying, “What’s up?”—unconvinced by any of the answers of the other passengers, commenting on them: “For sure, it’s something else,” without adding a different answer. “You don’t lose anything if you come look at it.” I had heard this statement so much that I thought I would gain nothing but looking at apartments and imagining myself living in them. I arrived on time.