Articles By Ali Tal

Quips - a selection of very short stories
Quips - a selection of very short stories
By: Ali Tal on: Thursday 13 July 2023 - Genre: Stories

1 Scattered Tables In the café, whilst he browsed the papers, the young man on the table opposite was solving the crossword. The attractive woman to his left was writing on pi...

Every Day is The Last Day
Every Day is The Last Day
From Every Day is The Last Day a novel originally written in English
By: Ali Tal on: Friday 24 April 2020 - Genre: Stories

عندما تقرأ هذا العنوان القانط قد تضجر وتقول، "لماذا كل هذا التشاؤم؟" ثم تقلب الصفحات بحثا عما يملئ فراغ ساعتك. أرجوك تريض قليلا ولا تتسرع وتحكم عليّ قبل ان تقرأ كامل إعترافي. سأقف في ق...

There was fire in his gaze
There was fire in his gaze
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 14 March 2020 - Genre: Stories

It was a moonless balmy summer midnight in the dual carriageway of Petra Street, on the eastern outskirts of the city. That relatively new artery linked the new fashionably commercial hub with the uni...

The Pale Glow of Lost Heaven
The Pale Glow of Lost Heaven
By: Ali Tal on: Thursday 1 February 2018 - Genre: Stories

I It was a member of those high principled homophobes whose numbers in recent times seemed to be exponentially on the rise, that caused the needless death of three men. The terrible end of Malik, Shah...

CANTO II :The Winged Sounds Of Liberty!
CANTO II :The Winged Sounds Of Liberty!
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories

-1- So vanished those delightful images of rainbows that stretched across the sweep of Time; not a wrack of all those pageant scenes remained, not a flake of soil for a seed to crack and s...

On Remand
On Remand
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories

Believe me, I understand all that you've said. The horrible life of an asylum seeker is something I am reminded of many times each day. I also know that our dark faces stand out like sore thumbs a...

The Call of Love
The Call of Love
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Poetry

You know damn well It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for; If you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest...

The Empire's Flaming Ebon Chair
The Empire's Flaming Ebon Chair
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories

 1 Wishing the repose of death, in the bowels of a featherless crow, the swain to the far-off Empress of Earth came. Seven and ten hours the force of the cosmic winds the metal bird bore, soar...

UNRUFFLED SONG OF PURE CONTENT
UNRUFFLED SONG OF PURE CONTENT
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Essays

1 Arisen from the sweet arms of the Fulfiller Of All Wishes, graceful upon the eastern balcony the beloved of my heart's desire and I are soothed by the euphonious harmony of the night. Where H...

أجل .. وكان أبي
أجل .. وكان أبي
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories

كان ابي - رحمه الله - رجلا مربوع القامة, نحيف ورقيق البدن. وكتلك الكثرة من الأباء الذين تسخى بهم البيئة الأوسطية، جعل عائلته محور حياته. ليضمن دخلا يكفل عيشها ويبقيها خلف شاطئ مدّ وجزر بحر العوز, كان...

CINEMA STREET BOUTIQUE
CINEMA STREET BOUTIQUE
By: Ali Tal on: Saturday 4 November 2017 - Genre: Stories

Eventually, Saturday was born from the darkness of its night and the city of  Irbed began to stir from its state of slumber to another flaming, blue  summer's day. To the sides of the no...