WWB staff members on their favorite translated books of the year and the 2025 titles they're most excited about.

In this excerpt from Dinçer Güçyeter's autobiographical novel, a kindergartener does his best to support his Turkish guest-worker parents as they adapt to life in Germany.

A poem and its landscape are haunted by a strawberry moon that shows up everywhere.

Frustrated by his congregation’s lack of engagement with his sermons, an imam takes a daring linguistic chance in this excerpt from a novel by Mohamed Akounad.

Fearlessness and determination are the means to go on in this excerpt from Azergui's novel Ravens' Bread, set during Morocco's Years of Lead.

Tobias Carroll on the five books in translation that should be on your radar this month, from Egypt, India, Poland, and more.

The prize recognizes WWB for its commitment to persecuted writers, essayists, poets, and journalists.

Ali Sadqi Azaykou writes an ode to Tamazight and the multitudes within it.

Poet Mohamed Ouagrar turns the mirror's reflective qualities upon the writing self.

Fadma Farras claims the world as her own in this defiantly assured poem.

Brahim El Guabli offers an absorbing overview of the construction of Amazigh indigeneity, and Amazigh literature's blossoming in its midst.

Although the two protagonists have ostensibly opposing views on lots of things and are also two generations apart, they share a lot of linguistic mannerisms, as family members often do.

The here and there / are endless, boundless.

Lia Galván Lisker recommends 9 of the decade's best books by Mexican women writers, all translated by women.

Whenever I pronounce your name I become a child again, so much a child that my milk teeth grow back.

Stuck in a reading slump? Check out Tobias Carroll's recommendations of six new books of fiction, poetry, and graphic lit to read now, translated from Greek, Ukrainian, Vietnamese, and more.

Modern humans are the ones in crisis, not poetry.

If this longing could ebb / Only the earth would remain.

Ever since that particular night, I’d felt an entire universe taking shape inside my womb.

Leave the place where it lies / and go dream

Once a week (sometimes more), he swallowed his pride and took money from his father, and he got used to it.

In this introduction to our collection of Jordanian writing, guest editor Addie Leak details the country's diverse culture and vital literature.

“Uncle Ji is a sore point with your dad,” Mama said.

I wanted to create a journey for a book censor who becomes eventually a reader, and then he needs to protect this new identity as a reader in a world that deals with it as if it's a crime or something.

The first sprout I think to Ædnan was an image I saw, an inner image, of a woman, an older woman and her kind of silence, the silence she had in her face and the seriousness she had. I struggled for a long time to approach her and get into her life and…

I was working on tuning my instrument with the next books at the same time as Barbara was tuning her English instrument with the books.

I know that the first time I read the book I was very confused, which is the point.

Fernanda really captures the sensation of moving through a city stripped of not only most of its inhabitants, but also of most of its natural and human-made sounds.

Miško wrote in his diary that snails are asinine.

To scrub away the silk threads of pain, endless sorrow, sharp anguish, heartache . . .