This story won the Palo Alto Weekly’s Annual Short Story Contest in 2005 “Banu,” he whispered, kneeling on the fringed cushion by his daughter’s bedside. The lids flickered, opened. For a moment, the dark eyes flashed pain and anger, then recognition. The lips moved, managing a weak smile and a single word. “Abu.” Father. Amal’sContinue reading “Flight from Egypt”