Rania Stephan’s The Three Disappearances of Souad Hosni

She played every type imaginable — innocent village girl, sexy secretary, floozy, tart, go-go girl, earnest revolutionary, aging nightmare, and more.

Kaelen Wilson-Goldie

Natasha Sadr-Haghigian’s Solo Show: Production notes

Most of Natascha’s past works could be packed up and thrown into a bag.

Ashkan Sepahvand

Taj Mahal Hotel: The big sleep

The voluptuous façade billowing like late-Victorian bloomers, still flashing the postcolonial street below.

Kai Friese

The Pitt Rivers Museum: The splendor of tat

Captain Cook’s second South Seas voyage also appears to have been one big shopping trip.

Emily Speers Mears

Beauty as the Beast: The erotic terror of femininity

She doesn’t flinch; her crazy-eye twitches and her lucent teeth glint in the camera’s light.

Sophia Al-Maria

Empathy for the Devil: Crushing on the original bad boy

All I remember was the mooning, hundred-lunged sigh that lifted my physics exam clear off my desk and out of the window.

Lina Mounzer

Rocking the Cradle of Civilization: Assyrian black metal

Melechesh takes black metal’s already severe ethno-mythic tendency up several notches; it’s “extreme identity politics.“

Ben Harbert

Tripping the Light Fascistic: Waltz with Bashir

Paranoia, the discombobulation of war, the difficulty of recovering authentic experience from the distortions and erasures of the media archive…

Sukhdev Sandhu

The Cruel Sea: A conversation with Omar Amiralay

Pearl divers’ lives are drenched in sorrow, poverty, and tragedy.

Rasha Salti

Kuwaiti Slang: The Contemporary Traveler’s Indispensable Phrases

Shame! I can see your upper arms, you hussy.

Bidoun

In the Arab World… Now

We are, after all, living through seismic changes, when undeserving retro-modernists sell for 200K-plus on the Sotheby’s and Christie’s circuit and Dubai continues to beat its chest with a hysterical splurge of dollars.

Hassan Khan

Signal and Noise

How would we talk about media if Nigeria was our point of departure, and not Europe or the United States?

Zachary Hooker

Wolves of the Crescent Moon

A Bedouin man named Turad hesitates at the late-night ticket booth.

Sophia Al-Maria

Metro

El Shafee’s novel is divided into chapters, each of which bears the name of a station (itself named after a former president of Egypt) on Cairo’s underground rail network.

Ahmed Nagy

A Blue Hand

The search for a new guru fueled Ginsberg’s magical, mystical tour through India.

Arshia Sattar

Songs of the Open Road

Ahmet Ögüt

My Beating Heart

I hid this disgusting information well. It was bad enough to have a scar that cut me down the middle like a dissected frog.

Lisa Farjam

Gurdjieff’s Citroën

His driving was very bad indeed, and very dangerous. As one observer noted, he operated his automobile like he was riding a horse.

James Parker

Saddam Hussein’s Key to the City of Detroit

This spring, the first-ever Chaldean museum is set to open, which will trace the people’s history from ancient Mesopotamia to the vacant strip malls of outer Detroit.

Rachel Aviv

Haigazian College Yearbook: Beirut, 1977-1978

Bidoun