Palestinians, Arabs and US
a review of Stories from the Center of the World: New Middle East Fiction
Most of us are aware that the Palestinian people of Gaza are being treated like cattle in an abattoir at the hands of Israeli usurpers, who have called themselves “settlers” over the past eight decades. Those “settlers,” who revel in considering themselves victims while acting like mega-murderers, have used a surprise attack on Israelis by Palestinian opposition forces to justify a full-blown, ground-and-air-based genocide in their open-air concentration camp of Gaza, which contained more than two million Palestinians.
That indiscriminate genocide has been going on for 16 months, since October 7, 2023. Its victims are defenseless civilians, mainly women, children and the elderly. Such heinous persecution is aggravated by unlimited support of the Israeli aggressors by the United States, who supply an unending stream of arms, ordnance, intelligence and financing for the ongoing horror show. The Israelis cast this disproportionate campaign of mass murder as retribution for a Hamas surprise attack on the Israelis resulting in some 1,200 dead and 251 hostages. As of today, Feb. 21, 2025, Gaza's Government Media Office has updated Israel’s genocide death toll to at least 61,709 people, saying thousands of Palestinians missing under the rubble are now presumed dead. The UN estimates that the war has littered Gaza with at least 50 million tons of rubble — roughly 12 times the size of the Great Pyramid of Giza. With more than 100 trucks working full time, it would take more than 15 years to clear the rubble. (Aljazeera)
We sympathize with those besieged Palestinians, but we don’t know them very well. Presumably they put their trousers on one leg at a time like the rest of us, but beyond that, we’re pretty much in the dark. Wouldn’t it be a luxury to be able to be better acquainted with them, their brothers and sisters, and their world? But how do we go about it? They’re over there; we’re over here. How do we establish contact. It’s not easy, but it’s now possible in small measure, thanks to a concerned editor with a genial idea, Jordan Elgrably, a native Californian of French and Moroccan heritage, currently resident in France, from where, with a multinational staff, he heads The Markaz Review (TMR), an online/offline project offering “Literature and Arts from the Center of the World.”
Elgrably put together a collection of short fiction from the Middle East and got it published by City Lights in San Francisco. That elegant gesture has shed light on the worlds of Middle Easterners today for all of us. Now we can all peer into their lives through their writing. The book is called Stories from the Center of the World: New Middle East Fiction. What a cordial way to get to know the Palestinians and other Arabs, as well as Iranians, Afghans, Kurds, and immigrant communities who live in exile, in far-flung cities like London, Paris and Berlin.
The book sets the scene for us, opening with a double-page map of the Muslim world, out of which leap two overweening realizations:
1. Just what a huge area the Muslim world occupies, extending from Afghanistan and Pakistan on the east to the Moroccan Sahara on the west, a distance of almost 7,000 kilometers; and Sudan on the south and Turkey on the northeast, with almost half of the total area of the Muslim world in North Africa.
2. Just how miniscule is the area occupied by its perennial hotspot, the micro-mini states of Lebanon, Palestine and Israel. What keeps it “hot” are Israel’s ambitious territorial pretensions, backed up by the far-flung network of co-religionaries, in particular those of the United States, skillfully coordinated by The American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC). This pro-Israel lobbying group is influential beyond belief in American public life, with the power to bribe enough members of the United States Congress to do their bidding. This bribery of the world’s ostensibly most august legislative body may sound like science fiction, but it is not. It is the result of the Supreme Court’s 2010 ruling in Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission that reversed century-old campaign finance restrictions and enabled corporations and other outside groups to spend unlimited money on elections. In the wake of that decision, the country—and the world—discovered just how venal American politicians are. When the Israeli prime minister—and notorious longtime mass murderer—Benjamin Netanyahu, visits Washington he is received with multiple standing ovations in joint sessions of the United States Congress. Nor is that enthusiasm tempered by the Israelis launching of a genocidal war against mostly unarmed Palestinian civilians, in Gaza and the West Bank.
With this rich backdrop in mind, let’s look at a noble effort to communicate some of today’s realities in the Muslim world, as seen by 25 of its writers of fiction who open for us 25 windows on their realities. The first thing the discerning reader notes is how much we have in common with the Palestinians. It seems we’re all in this together. We all have grandmothers and they’re all concerned about us and our future. We all have hopes and fears, projects and possibilities. We, the “us” of the West—which used to look privileged, but is beginning to look squalid—have more artificial intelligence, with all the irony that implies. Though many of the writers who have written these stories do not live in the Middle East. They have packed their memories and left. This we know thanks to the thoughtful editor who provides us with brief biographies of his authors. The first five on his list reside, respectively, in New York, Aberdeen, London, Oregon and Rome.
It's not unreasonable to guess that their stories are based on memories of former times. What prompted them to leave their homelands? That question is broached in more than one of the stories, including “Asha and Jaaji” by Hanif Kureishi, which is about two refugees, struggling together in London as cleaners who are social outcasts. What is noteworthy in many of them is their universality. Whether the author is writing from Egypt or Iran, or anywhere else in the Middle Eastern dispersion, they share the universal concerns regarding personal, family, racial, geopolitical and divine issues. Adolescents fret over love and computer games; frustrated writers worry about getting published and becoming famous, insecure politicians plot, vulnerable girls learn the ropes, childless spinsters mourn, failures harbor dreams of revenge…
One of the delightful things about discovering a book of this nature is the unexpected surprises which pop up out of nowhere, like “Godshow.com,” by Ahmed Naji — the story of a man looking for a mosque in Las Vegas. Curiously, that irreverent city has lots of mosques, but our subject is looking for one that feels just right. In the end he chooses one that seems to have the right vibrations, in which he provokes a special event, the appearance of a sacred flying Buruq. His friend, Phil, having lost his first wife and favorite uncle in the same year, was probably depressed. Phil clearly needs help, so his thoughtful friend tells him the story of the Buraq: “To cheer him up God sent Muhammad a Buraq, a heavenly creature with wings, smaller than a horse but larger than a donkey, who flew Muhammad from Mecca to Jerusalem, where he met and prayed with all the prophets who had come before him…” The Buraq that Phil’s generous benefactor conjures up flies overhead but turns out to be a balsa-wood imitation and comes crashing down. So much for spiritual enlightenment.
The bottom line of seems to have more to do with what we have in common than our differences. That, in itself, should be consoling. It’s just a question of having a friend capable of finding a place of worship with the right vibrations and, if necessary, a flying Buraq.
I want to leave you with a detail gleaned from the glossary at the back of the book. “Salam-Arabic: a form of greeting, literally “peace.” The Hebrew equivalent is “shalom.”