Latest News:
  • Welcome to ALT Magazine & Press: Hazawi Prize Announces 2023 Shortlist: (Sana'a, Yemen) - The shortlist for the 2023 Hazawi Prize for Yemeni Literature has been revealed, announcing the ten writers who have been selected as finalists for this prestigious award.
  • Now in its second yearly round, the Hazawi Prize recognizes exceptional contributions to fiction in Yemeni literature. Organized by the Hazawi Cultural Foundation, this annual prize aims to promote Yemeni literature and support creative writers.
  • This year's shortlist features both emerging and renowned Yemeni authors. The ten works advancing to the final round of judging are:
  • - Abdullah Faisal shortlisted for his novel, Spirits and Secrets.
  • - Aisha Saleh shortlisted for her novel, Under the Ashes
  • - Farouk Merish shortlisted for his novel, A Dignified Stranger
  • - Ahmed Ashraf shortlisted for his novel, A Painful Belt
  • - Ghassan Khalid shortlisted for his novel, A Sky that Rains Fear
  • - Hosam Adel shortlisted for his novel, The Lord of the Black Dog
  • - Asmaa Abdulrazak shortlisted for her novel, Shrapnels
  • - Abdullah Abdu Muhammad shortlisted for his novel, The Road to Sana'a
  • - Najah Bahkeim shortlisted for her novel, The Final Decision
  • - Samir AbdulFattah shortlisted for her novel, What We Cannot See
  • The winner will be revealed at an award ceremony in Sana'a later where they will receive $1,500 USD. Second and third prizes of $1,000 USD each will also be awarded. All shortlisted works are celebrated for chronicling Yemen's rich culture and wartime experiences. This prestigious prize continues highlighting the nation's thriving literary community.

Burnings 6×4 – flash fiction – by Eman Al-Maziji – translated by Hatem Al-Shamea


The state was struck in two parts, it shut its ancient door declaring danger, its sea was dyed red, the people of Cain appeared in it, incapable of covering the bodies of their brothers for the crowdedness of graves…In its outskirts the wolf tries to escape before being accused of the crime.



Whenever paths narrowed on me, I turned to her, I plunged deep into her eyes, I revealed everything to her… I quit this habit when the photo frame shattered.



Whenever I heard her voice I would hurry to the roof, waving to her in amazement. Today when my child becomes obstinate, I whisper: “Shush airplane!”.



In battle I raised my weapon towards my opponent who had deeply contemplated my military boots… He had bought it for me when we lived under one roof.



He left me and his child to the hardship of life, he emigrated and never returned. I told my child he had died… He grew up and still recites the prayer on a grave whose owner we do not know.



He owns a mill in our neighborhood… He used to talk about politics while armed with freedom of opinion… Today I no longer hear him or the roar of his mill!…

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Shopping Cart