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Education

A game of hopscotch on asphalt

FranHogan, CC BY-SA 4.0, via WikiMedia Commons

Writing in Mother Tongue and an Other Tongue

By Pratishtha Pandya

Every time I write something in English, I’ve been left feeling guilty, as if I had betrayed someone.

Nuestra Ciudad: Writing the City in Spanish

By Ulises Gonzales

Today, a young writer working in Spanish arrives in New York City to find no shortage of role models.

Spanish-language Writing in New York, Then and Now: An Interview with Esther Allen & Ulises Gonzales

By Words Without Borders Editors

While many Latinx writers work in English, there is a longstanding tradition of writers born or raised in this country who work in Spanish.

The Common Good

By Sara Cordón

All she can think about is why it ever occurred to her to dress like this in public.

Translated from Spanish by Robin Myers

Solo Dance

From that day on, her memories of Danchen were frozen.

Translated from Chinese by Natascha Bruce

The Birth of the Spirit

By Sara Al-Jack

I didn’t go to the dorms as I had planned; my feet led me to the river.

Translated from Arabic by Yasmine Zohdi

The Park Bench

By Sandrine Kao

But it’s not surprising—with everything you hear on the news, how can anyone be expected to think well of the Chinese?

Translated from French by Jane Roffe

University Student

By Sahar Khalifeh

I was a woman: young, alone, divorced, left without a guardian or virtue, meaning that in society’s eyes I was an easy target.

Translated from Arabic by Sawad Hussain

Rasha

By Muhammed Zafar Iqbal

Whenever teachers said there was good news, it almost always turned out to be nothing of the sort.

Translated from Bengali by Arunava Sinha

from “Kumait”

After reading Crime and Punishment when he was a student he had contemplated killing Umm Husayn.

Translated from Arabic by William Maynard Hutchins

Learning Cyrillic

By David Albahari

Fridays I go to church. I do not go to pray.

Translated from Serbian by Ellen Elias-Bursać

How I Went to School

By Tera Fabiánová

I liked doing math. The seven-times table was my darling.

Translated from Czech by David Chirico

From “The Belly of the Atlantic”

He gave me everything: the secret of letters, of numbers, the key to the world.

Translated from French by C. Dickson

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