When my father was growing up inside the Old City of Jerusalem, he and his friends liked to trade desserts after diner.

Omer took a deep breath and stood up. ‘It’s a bad history without a doubt, he said. Nothing to be proud of.’ He closed his eyes, turning his face to the side, right into the...

… mother seemed happy because the school yard where Rafik would spend his recesses was surrounded by a high stone wall. She’d recently started talking about ‘safety’ in a way that made Liyana jumpy. Liyana...

Sometimes people carried anger around for years, in a secret box inside their bodies, and it grew tighter like a hardening knot. The problem with it getting tighter and smaller was that the people did,...