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Writer’s Choice

The Bar Mitzvah Boy

“Seemingly frozen, Jerry now stood up ramrod straight on the bimah, wondering why some of his ideas had abandoned him.”

What We Lost

“A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return; the nostalgia, yearning, grief for the lost places of your past.”

The Child Thief

“I am not the only one battling demons. We are the remains of the day. The longing and horror of despair.”

The Loneliness of Loss

“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”

Contingency Daughter

“An impatient horn outside sends me running from the room, down the stairs, and into the star-filled night.”

Arrival

I stumble out of the matatu taxi, struggle to hoist up my weighty backpack, and am immediately confronted by several people standing nearby under the leafy canopy of a large thorny acacia tree.

Children of the Border

Arziki said, “I laid down in the desert with the dead bodies. I played dead so the men would leave me alone. It is not easy for me to do,” she said, smiling ear to ear.