Dama't Moharrej, 108 Pages

In this collection of short stories, the street sweeper says, ‘most people believe that the dump and I are one, and that my nose is simply an added extention on my face.’
The lady tailor however, dreams to tear apart the base of the house in order to expand its space and sew its broken cupboards properly with it.
These short stories highlight those people and objects that usually go unnoticed just like the waiter, the toy maker, a wife’s mattress and a living room— those that in return notice everything and reveal the marginalized from the depth of humanity.