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“A real tale of human desperation, shattering in its impact.”—Tennessee Williams

Driven through famine from their domestic within the Rif, Mohamed’s kinfolk walks to Tangiers looking for a greater existence. yet his father is not able to discover paintings and grows violent. Mohamed learns find out how to appeal and thieve. in the course of a brief spell in a grimy Moroccan penal complex, a fellow inmate kindles his life-altering love of poetry.

The amazing author Paul Bowles, possibly most sensible recognized for his novel The Sheltering Sky, collaborated heavily with Mohamed Choukri at the translation of For Bread Alone, and penned the introduction.

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