Sara Saab was born in Beirut, Lebanon. She now lives in North London, where she has perfected her Resting London Face. Her current interests are croissants and emojis thereof, amassing poetry collections, and coming up with a plausible reason to live on a sleeper train. Sara’s a 2015 graduate of the Clarion Writers’ Workshop. You can find more of her on Twitter as @fortnightlysara.


Sara Saab has the following works available at Clarkesworld:


FICTION by Sara Saab in Issue 156 – September 2019

Florid Park Szanna, do you remember this game from the twentieth century? Skip along the informational alleys of realspace, leap the archives inter-generationally. A descending white cascade of snow. #FFFFFF. Pixelated scrub. You’re a miniscule skier. Your motor control is dampened by four low-acuity arrow keys, by the graphics cards and CPU speeds of antiquity. […]

Pan-Humanism: Hope and Pragmatics

FICTION by Jess Barber and Sara Saab in Issue 132 – September 2017

1: THE MOST HALLOWED OF OUR SPACES Amir Tarabi is scrubbing himself down in the misting rooms the first time he meets Mani Rizk. The mister in Beirut-4 is being upgraded, the zone’s residents using Beirut-3’s misting rooms on rotation, so it is especially crowded that day. Amir avoids making eye contact with the bathers […]

The Cedar Grid

FICTION by Sara Saab in Issue 115 – April 2016

Jassim is giving chase and he shouldn’t be. Beneath the flapping robes of Jassim’s running target, a deadly corset bristling with titanium circuitry flashes into view. He catches an unmistakable mineral scent with its nose of vanilla sponge coming off the attacker—not a human odor, nowhere near the vinegar of his condemned-man’s sweat. Sprinting footfalls […]

In the Queue for the Worldship Munawwer

FICTION by Sara Saab in Issue 110 – November 2015

PRE-TAKEOFF REPORT—WORLDSHIP K5-NME, “MUNAWWER” FROM: Suraya Khouri-Smith (Lead Ground Attaché, Munawwer Crew) DATE: January 15th, 2139 FOR: Dougal Smith (Transition Commander, EVAC-Central) Commander Smith, I hope you’ll forgive the whimsy of this report. I’ve held my silence my entire life, and there are many things I deserve to say to you. I know it’s a […]