Author: Reginald Naulty

A Woman’s Prayer

It was not like the quiet, reserved prayers we say here; It was all out there in her native Maltese Arabic, like the call from the minaret, a whole culture on show, full of suffering, the baffled incomprehension of a simple...

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Memories of Babies

[“They remember the babies,” said the nurse, pointing to the old women in the nursing home.] They looked out from old, broken bodies at the clinically clean rooms which attempted homeliness above the medical...

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