Women’s Domination Story Competition Winners 2012 – 2013

Date posted: August 30, 2013


Women’s Domination Story Competition Winners 2012 – 2013

 

The Forgotten Writers Foundation

Forgotten-writters-foundation-logo SUFISMMahmoud Mansi

Picture Taken By: Mostapha Halim & Amel Mostapha

We are honored to announce the results of the “Women’s Domination Competition” which spanned for a whole year; it  was launched on the International Women’s Day back in 2012 and spanned till the same day this year (from 8/March/2012 till 8/March/2013).

 

We received 57 stories from 19 different countries, submission in English and in Arabic, and we have a total of 24 winners with 25 winning stories.

 

Before introducing the Women’s Domination competition, many individuals beamed with feminist ideas, rights and perceptions, some of which were new while others were still traditional. Amid the release of the competition and after it, many of these feminist and humane endeavors started to turn into movements through which unity had a global impact. It is very strange, or rather impressive, how a certain idea could almost telepathically and simultaneously spread around the globe for the same causes, but in different ways.

 

We – The Forgotten Writers Foundation & MarwaRakha.com – are therefore honored to announce the official results of the Women’s Domination competition. We did our best to guarantee that the winning writers tackled and offered theories and facts that will surely inspire the spirits of the readers and of other writers; we strived to deliver to you stories that will surely stimulate your minds and will provide you with more worlds to explore.

 

Regards from Your Reader,

Mahmoud Mansi

 

The Winning Stories:

 

·         Program A2-0L, by author Ahmed Ali Eid from Egypt :

 

“After you were neutralized, you were so broken, your ego has vanished to smoke, you felt worthless, useless and pathetic. I don’t know why, there wasn’t much change; it was still you.”

 

·         The Door That Wasn’t There, by authoress Michelle Austin from UK :

 

“ ‘I knew that a man would never understand. A woman would know; she’d understand that this was a necessary step and find a way.’ I got up again from my chair. ‘Of course you want me to remain ignorant of myself. Why wouldn’t you?’ He didn’t respond.”

 

·         Warriors in Skirts, by authoress Katerina Harova from Czech Republic :

 

“My man at home washes the dishes, watches porn, baby-sits the kids, cooks for me, does the laundry and texts me that he misses me, all at the same time.”

 

·         Children of Talay, by authoress Iman Khater from Egypt :

 

“I had lost all sympathy for the other gender when I studied our history. They are the reason we are here today. Stories from ancient times told of times when it was the other way around. I have a hard time believing it and completely understanding how the world nearly came to an end in the hands of men. They were not supposed to lead alone.”

 

·         Eye Candy, by author Legodile Seganabeng from Botswana :

 

“The flash splashed her with brief illuminations. She looked at me and I thought I must have annoyed her. But she smiled. She looked at me and smiled. Well, in truth, she looked and smiled at the camera.”

 

·         Desires in Emarsa, by authoress Arwa Bisharat from Palestine :

 

“I have magical powers that are not appreciated at home, or in fact they are forbidden. I have gone through an awful amount of struggle in order to become the person I can be, and by coming here to Emarsa, I know I cannot go back home unless I could have control over everything.”

 

·         Sound of Confession, by authoress Amira Shohdi from Egypt :

 

“The world is ever changing, every evolving. And so was I. It seemed to me like this world had to start preparing itself for women like myself; women who put themselves first, and away from society’s pressures.”

 

·         Bricks and Sparrows, by authoress Eleni Skarpari from Cyprus:

 

“I imagined them in books, handsome and daring, swirling like heroes from the mist into the light and saving me; I dreamed of them in purple, floating like mermen in untold stories, ready to die, flung on sea-bitten rocks under the lurid sunrays for the human they craved.”

 

·         RIPE, by authoress Eleni Skarpari from Cyprus:

 

“The ripe age. The age of ripeness. The age to begin the downward motion of life, marriage, children, death. The ripening drug, which I dodged, day after day after day.”

 

·         The Rag Doll, by authoress Ayah Allam from Egypt :

 

“They keep on saying those fantastic hypnotic sweet words that can capture any woman only to win a smile, a flattery, an approval, or an acceptance. I can notice well that all those men support only me and other beautiful ladies of my kind, but they ignore any young man who has the same talents and ignore ugly girls – as they call them – if there is any ugliness in our sweet – sacred world!”

 

·         Oral Communication, by author James Walker from UK :

 

“Although Nadeem had long craved escape from the dull predictability of his daily routine, he felt a little nervous at not being in control. At work, there were always tools at hand to remedy any situation. Now he had nothing.”

 

·         The Venomed Heart, by authoress Rachitha Poornima Cabral from India :

 

“I would not let my life be ruined because of one wrong decision I had made. MY life would be better off without any man in it. So what if it meant living alone and being lonely? At least my self-respect and sense of dignity would be intact.”

 

·         Four Decades, by authoress Ayah Bseisy from Palestine :

 

“She knows every tree, every corner and every stone, but still, she’s a woman who will eventually take much less than what she deserves when her husband dies.  This very thought had stopped her from floating in her ideas.”

 

·         Butterfly, by authoress Aya Sami from Egypt :

 

“She imagined him with other women, telling them the same bullshit about their unique beauty and going up and down their every part. She pushed herself to think of him this way to help herself get him out of her intimate zone. To her surprise and disappointment, her heart grew fonder of him and instead of hating him, she hated the other women, actually, all women; including herself…”

 

·         Under Angel Wings of Fire, by authoress Naima Maria deFlorio from USA :

 

“She circled round him like a lioness admiring her capture. Then, she kissed his feet and with a silent prayer, she prayed up to the heavens above that these beautiful feet should always stand by her, beside her, lead and follow her.”

 

·         Release, by authoress Ebele Mogo from Nigeria :

 

“I could not curse him, for he was already cursed. He was cursed to not know a good woman when he saw her; he was cursed to let me go, because I knew that no one would love him like I did, no one would make love to him like I did, and no one would do as much as I would do for him and for us.”

 

·         The Carpet Weaver, by authoress Emily Richardson from Australia – Egypt :

 

“As I slowly bit into them, the seeds burst between my teeth. The sensation was exhilarating! All my bashfulness vanished and I took another bite as the carpet weaver watched me, grinning widely.”

 

·         SHE, by author Keith Borg from Malta :

 

“I wanted her more than ever. She conquered me. I wanted her body and soul; I needed her to be mine. My body and soul yearned for masturbation. But my heart held me back. It is not decent to masturbate for the gods.”

 

·         Cleopatra is Victorious, by authoress May Kosba from Egypt :

 

“She felt chained and in pain watching all the tourists who instead of capturing images of Egyptians celebrating, aimed their pistols, firing bullets of mockery for the world to see the perfect comedy; outweighing virgin laughs at Charlie Chaplin’s clumsiness, without a sound.”

 

·         I Am Not Delilah, by authoress Nyambura Kiarie from Kenya :

 

“I felt beautiful in a scorched way, like dried flowers, tall willowy dried flowers, standing firm, set in a locked-in luster, recreating life in another dimension.”

 

·         Beyond the Horizon, by authoress Rukhaya MK from India :

 

“Woman was made from the ribs of Man; but innumerable times after that, he was created from her womb.”

 

·         Human Voices Drown Us, by authoress Sandra Hunter from USA (©Crave Magazine):

 

“This hand model job was anonymous, and no one asked questions. Want to know how many people will hire you after you get skin cancer?”

 

·         Gangah, by author Yasser Kashef from Egypt :

 

“Gender has nothing to do with cruelness. If you face a hungry beast, its gender will not be concerned.”

 

·         حية المأمون, by authoress Hadeer Ali from Egypt :

 

"أنا لست إحدى ورود بستانك المزحوم .. أنا كنزك الذي لم تصون .. أنا كنزك الذي خنته رغم عهدك أن لا تخون .. اشغلني التفكير .. وهل فعلا احببتني .. وفي مجازر عشقي وحبي تذوب ؟! هل أنا مجرد لعبة تصل بها لدرب مبتغاك؟ أم انني في حياتك كل الدروب؟"

 

·         همهمة, by authoress Samar Ali from Egypt :

 

"تنظر فوقها لترى امرأة بوجه أبيض. تشبه كثيرا العذراء مريم على أسقف الكنائس المصرية. تشعل تلك السيدة كبريتا وتلقيه عليها. تجزع! ثم تنظر تحتها لترى المكان منيرا فتنظر إلى السيدة في إمتنان."

 

 

 

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