About Riham Gharib

Engineer, writer, photographer, and sometimes cartoonist …

Curing the Curse by Riham Gharib

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Drama

He thought that the drive around the empty streets was exactly what he needed. One last time.

The humidity didn’t help much though. He started the AC, but smoke started coming from the grids where clean air should be. Moments later the car stopped completely. Right beside the Capital School of Architecture; right where he shouldn’t be.

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The Mastermind Of Charades by Riham Gharib

Prompt: Mastermind I Word Count: 1000 I Genre: Fiction

The year is 1975. In a geriatrics ward, Mourad, a 25 year old doctor is eagerly treating a very old woman with an empty look on her face. Montasser walks in. He’s also 25, but less athletic and less handsome than his friend. He signals to Mourad to meet him outside. They talk at the door of the ward.

‘She’s a hopless case this one. wouldn’t fight.’ , Montasser says drily.

Mourad shruggs his shoulders, ‘Nothing is hopeless or hopeful. Anything can happen anytime. No rules. How many times do I have to tell you that?!’

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That day at the club by Riham Gharib

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 words exactly | Genre:  Fiction

It gets lonely sometimes .. They keep saying we love this club!, and yet, no one ever bothers to reach out to me, to touch me, talk to me, say hi, say bye, really look and and see me. Am I asking for too much? I see you and I hear you and I stand witness to your moments of happiness and despair. All I ask for in return is a little bit of attention. And it really is out my affection for you. Maybe also out of boredom, or loneliness, for when has a place ever been able to take off and go visit another place?

There was a day, I do not know when of course, there’s no ‘when’ for me, my time is not crashed and divided into nerve wracking hours and minutes and seconds. But come to think of it, maybe there’s merit for doing that, it gives one something to do, when all else has been repeated till the sad has turned into funny, and the impressive mundane. The simple act of counting can take one’s mind off things.

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Missing moments by Riham Gharib

Prompt: coming undone | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: romantic drama

I didn’t fall apart when my graduation project was deleted a day before due date. I didn’t panic the day I left my seventh job broke and in debt. I kept my head throughout the dreadful fire that broke out in my building. I still go stiff whenever I smell burned wood, but that day I did what I had to do, and when the fire was contained, I resumed studying, there was an important exam the day after and I couldn’t let myself be sidetracked. I didn’t shed a tear when you left me and your son with nothing at all, I actually went to a wedding that day, it was my first assignment, and believe it or not, I handed my clients an amazing album of their memories.

I remember these things now because I am not that person anymore. Today I came undone.

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Lara’s List by Riham Gharib

Prompt: The list | Word count: 1500 words | Genre: Romantic Drama

The movie was not exactly what they expected, but still the three friends were having a good time. It was a day worthy of celebration. Adam, the clever guy, graduated college with flying colors, he came second best, and was a bit down, and that was even more reason to celebrate. Watching a movie was almost a weekly ritual for them, but the day called for more action so next, they had plans to get some pizza, then ice cream, and naturally burn it all at the dance floor. The planning was Lara’s specialty, but she made it feel like a mutually agreed on decision. Karim, the talented one, was a bit timid about crowds, but he didn’t know how to say no to Lara.

‘What does she see in him? Why would a girl like THAT be with a player? A jerk actually!!’ whispered Adam, his voice clear to Lara but barely reaching Karim. As always she sat between the two guys, it wasn’t a choice made by anyone, just where she liked to be, and where they knew she would be.

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A different way by Riham Gharib

Prompt: Going home | Word count: 500 words | Genre: Family drama

“check please”
He tried to keep his tone even as he instructed the waiter to pack his daughter’s lunch. He looked again at the untouched food and then at his little daughter’s defiant face. He didn’t seem to be able or willing to keep his volatile temperament to himself any longer. His wife and two older sons exchanged knowing looks.

“If I’m not mistaken, you did promise to keep this outing cheery, right?” his wife didn’t wait for his answer and added: “It was only an hour ago, so I couldn’t possibly have forgotten what we talked about!”

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A Million Little Things by Riham Gharib

Prompt: Conversation with my Spouse | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Romantic fiction

“Do you remember the song that played for the slow dance in our third anniversary?”, she asked her husband as she poured some more coffee in her mug.

She was thinking about adding it to their fifth anniversary playlist, but even if she did not, she still had to remember it! The first three lines of the song were playing nonstop in her mind, and still she couldn’t figure out what the song was! She wondered if remembering one more line would guide her to the title. Or, maybe her husband would remember the stubborn thing. She grinned a little, considering how funny it is to get stuck with such little things. They seem to fill out one’s consciousness completely and till further notice.

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Hanging by a thread by Riham Gharib

Prompt: A new life | Word count:1000 words | Genre: Romantic drama

Endings and beginnings are seared in our souls, the former with fire, and the latter with light. Whatever the events or details leading up to them, or unfolding as a result of them, are all irrelevant, and unmemorable.

And so, when we try to erase the sting of a loss, we hit a brick wall. The loss is all we can think of. When we try to find logic in a rejection, we hit another brick wall. And we would keep injuring ourselves against the cold and pointless brick. The joyful moments are even worse. The things that took our breath away, we no longer have, and can no longer breathe without.

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