الخميس، 15 سبتمبر، 2011

(Hayat (by Hagar Elkenany

Hayat was standing aimlessly in her section at the Mega mall browsing an old fashion magazine. It was a hot summer day and the conditioner has been broken for the last three days, so she had loosen up her green veil and kept it hanged freely to her head. Time was passing like a snail as she kept checking the old clock hands moving slowly in an annoying tic-tic sound...Full story

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