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  Bikes and Cultures                                                                                                                                  Stories Al-Alim العليم   It wasn’t me! The cat was near that small guitar when I left the room and the next thing I heard was, bang! I was in the bathroom, and I went back to see what happened. The cat run away to the balcony and there was your guitar, on the floor, broken in two. I am sorry!  I’m so sorry! That’s what the teenage girl said to him when...

Bikes and Cultures                                                                                                                                 Stories Az-Zahir الظاهر   You are hurling the bicycle from a bridge. It falls right in the deepest part of the river and it soon disappears under the dark current coming from the west mountains. It has been raining since a few days ago and the stream is unusually strong. The river is very high, enough to cover an entire bus under the water. You look downwards to the mesme...