“I have a guilt, and the boy from Shobrakheit has an anger. In his sleep, he taps his pointer and middle fingers to his lips. Dreaming of a cigarette…Tonight he made me a watch by biting gently down on the skin of my wrist and drawing numbers around the imprint of his teeth with a pen. It is a small apology, I know. It will be three o’clock all night. I made you a watch, he says.”
—Noor Naga,
If an Egyptian Cannot Speak English
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