My name is Fatima, I'm 32, and I'm dying here in Dammam. I think about ending it every single day. The heat is suffocating, like breathing through a wet blanket, and I spend ten hours a day cleaning other people's shit at the mall food cour
I'm Saad, twenty-nine, and I live in a perpetual state of grease. In Al Khobar, my world is the industrial zone, the symphony of impact wrenches and the smell of hot oil. I'm the guy they bring their American monsters to, the F-150s and Tahoes t
My name is Huda, I'm ni***een, and I work at a small, dusty electronics repair shop in Mecca, near the Grand Mosque. My world is the size of a countertop, littered with shattered phone screens and tangled charging cables. The air smells of melted pla