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  • 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.

No Name No Address – Najat Ba Hakeem – trans. Hatem Al-Shamea

No Name No Address

He gazed up at the ceiling of the room he shared with his wife and three children, recalling a time when life was simpler and he slept with peace of mind, knowing his salary would come at the end of the month to cover his obligations. Tears streamed down his face as he watched his wife, in labor, and felt the emptiness of his pockets. Memories of the war and its aftermath, of martyrs hung in the streets, of being evicted from his home for not being able to pay the rent, of his former wealthy friends ignoring his pleas for loans, and of his children going hungry haunted him.
In the dead of night, the only sound that could be heard was the barking of dogs in the deserted outskirts of the province. His wife’s labor pains increased, and she saw the signs of childbirth between her legs. He woke up his ten-year-old daughter and told her that in the morning, they would inevitably return with the newborn, and that she should not worry and take care of her younger brothers. They left in a hurry, and he locked the door behind them before keeping the key in his pocket. He then carried his wife in his arms and walked along the dirt road until they reached the asphalt road. Waving to a passing car, the driver stopped and drove them to the nearest government hospital. The employee told him that he had to create an account and pay the fees, to which he shouted; “You know I am a government employee! My salary has been suspended for years; how can I pay? I have no money.”
His wife had been admitted and he was discussing his financial difficulties in obtaining food and water with a saddened expression. He spoke of the consequences of the war and its impact on his daily struggle to just secure a meal for the day. After some time, the doctor said that she needed a cesarean and asked him to go to the accounts to pay the fee. He pleaded that he had no money at the moment and asked if they could keep her and the baby until he had the funds to pay. He declared that he had no other choice but to go and try a wealthy man and beg him to lend him the money.
The doctor felt sorry for the woman and offered to write an undertaking to the accountant that he would return to pay for his wife’s operation fee. She quickly left, racing through the hospital corridor, her heart pounding as she crossed the road inattentively. Unfortunately, a luxury car struck him, and he was severely injured. He was taken to the same hospital, but his life could not be saved and he died in the intensive care unit. When they searched his pockets, they found no identification or anything that could point to his name or address; his body was taken to the mortuary until his identity could be discovered. The woman waited for her husband in a general patient room, but he never returned. A week passed, and the doctor felt sorry for her and then paid for the operation fee. She quickly left and hired a taxi to take her home. When she arrived, she knocked on the door several times but received no answer. She rushed to the nearest house and called for help. People from the neighborhood came to assist in breaking down the door, and a putrid smell of carrion emitted from inside. The woman could not bear the sight, and she collapsed motionless.

Bait – Eman Al-Maziji – trans. Hatem Al-Shamea

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