Novelist and Historian Adel S. Bishtawi

Short Stories

Lizzy wants to tell you a story about boys

Lizzy wants to tell you a story about boys Though warned repeatedly not to eat his jam sandwiches in the back of his elder brother’s car, little Mike loves to do just that. As he was enjoying smearing the back seat with his jam-laced fingers, he sees his brother coming. He hides under the seat. […]

The Atheist

Rana, a beautiful Christian girl from Beirut, goes to her Muslim boyfriend’s flat for a coffee. As they were talking she blinked. When she opened her eyes again she found herself naked in the darkness and virgin no more, a very serious even in Arabia. Here is what happened next: Ali: “Can I breathe?” Rana: “Quietly, […]

The coup d’eta

Adel Bishtawi has written a short story to express solidarity with Arab girls coming under a crushing pressure from the #ISIL and other #Islamisthooligans to cover everything except their right ears. It is in Arabic, obviously, but here is a snippet in English for taste: The coup d’etat (snippets I & II ) Sana stopped […]

A Travel document to Hell

“Scenes were unfolded and images rolled with speed. He saw a broken man on a metal bench and he recognised himself. A man overwhelmed by surging worries that engulfed his whole being. A man, tired and lost, standing yet again at the gates of yet another exile and waiting yet again to drag himself to a dark corner to nurse his bleeding soul.”

Inspired by a true story of a Palestinian refugee who was briefly known in the early 1980s as the “Flying Palestinian”.

Another chance

“The stillness was so complete and overwhelming, words would have sounded too alien in the surrounding and the serenity too perfect to be disturbed by human worries. But then the dhows disappeared and he suddenly felt frail and lonely. He tried to force out of his mind his gnawing fears but, like waves wanting to have their brief rest on the sands, they kept surging mercilessly to be admitted. They finally triumphed. They were too serious to be ignored any more; too real to think they could not be happening to him, and too menacing to pretend they do not exist.”