Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Book Is a Life’s Journey ~




She released a deep sigh ..
As a shy light peeked into her room  
She reluctantly closed her bulky book  
She was near the end
The last few pages scared her ..
Short yet eventful are most endings
She knew this
She wanted to carry on
But she didn’t ..
As she laid down on her bed,
She caught a glimpse of the sky
It wasn’t really sad
It was .. uncertain ..
Yes, she thought of the sky as a person !
It was gray with small bluish spots
She marveled at its unsettled color ..
Just like her soul upon those sorrowful pages
Just like her hand that craves yet refuses to turn the page
Fearing the inevitable future of her fictitious dear ones
It suddenly hit her ..
Reading a good book is like going through Life !
The coming episodes terrify you yet lure you
You lay still, you look forward then you waver ..
Moments demand to be lived, fate demands to be noticed  
Demands to be realized ..
As if it is the ultimate Right of the universe
It is then your duty to move on .. to turn the page
A necessary evil if you wish
All your waverings, uncertainties, mishaps and triumphs will lead to an end
Predetermined .. Yet still undefined ..

Regardless, march courageously !

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Imagine in Gaza .. ~




Today, on the 10th of Ramadan 2014, I went out with my father to the nearby grocery-store to buy some necessities for the Iftar. It was one hour before the Adhan, but we had to go out for my mother’s occasional late requests.

I remember when I was a kid, my father used to take me for a walk in late Ramadan afternoons. I admire the passers-by; Everyone is in a hurry to get home, bearing large bags loaded with food. Sometimes, I notice a kid running with bread still hot from the oven or a mother crying at her son to stop playing outside and get ready to go to the Masjid with his father.

It was the eye of a child. It beholds everything beautiful. It sees colors and rainbows everywhere. I was always looking ahead of the road, smiling at our neighbors. I never tried to peep into a corner, behind a wrecked wall or inside a deserted building.

Today, I understood that rainbows and colors are confined to the celestial realm. Just an hour before Iftar, there are people, dressed in rags, with dirty and empty bowels in front of them. You see a mother with a milk-craving babe, you see a barefoot old man who sighs as much as he breathes, his eyes fixed on the floor, too ashamed to shout out his hunger. You see two little boys checking a hard as rock slice of bread.

I went home, I ate, I laughed and watched the silly Ramadan series with my family, but my heart and mind remained with those miserable souls in the street. I felt an unfathomable ache vibrating through me. Only at this time, my mind wandered far away to the bleeding East ..

Imagine in Gaza .. People are starving. And while they starve, they keep an alert eye for Israeli missiles. While they starve, they run to take the injured to the hospitals. While they starve, they dig for their families under the crumbled buildings. While they starve, they comfort their little scared brothers and console their mothers. While they starve, they take shelter to rest between the ruins. While they starve, they hear the never-ending deafening sounds of bombs. While they starve, they bury their dear ones and face the unjust colonizer on a daily basis. While they starve, they do not sleep ..

Just imagine in Gaza .. Pray for our brothers for all we have is Du’aa .. for Du’aa is the only valid contribution when rulers wallow in food and sleep ..

May Allah protect them and grant them victory .. Ameen ..  



Saturday, June 28, 2014

All Hail The Holy Month "Ramadhan" ~





It occurs every year, it lasts for a whole month .. Yet, there is something eternally charming about the month of Ramadhan. Whether it happens to visit in winter or in summer, in spring or in autumn, no circumstance can erase the magic that every soul feels in the air .. It is the promise of a spiritually rich period .. A chain of days in which the human being senses a wondrous amount of energy and optimism despite hunger, thirst and heat.

Yes ! This year too, we welcome our dear month in the summer .. And with the bitter-sweet taste of summer heat, large crowds flew into the different corners of the Tunisian markets today. I was with my mother paving our way through the hungry-eyed gatherings so as to buy the necessities for Ramadhan.

 It is at once funny and delightful how you perceive the so familiar market you visit every week . It looks different .. it feels different; the sun grows warmer not hotter, the not so aesthetically random mixture of colours suddenly form a beautiful scene of humility not misery, the loud cries of sellers are not annoying but somehow laughable, the clash between vehicles and people appears surprisingly pleasant for there seems to be a subtle blend in the noises that makes the city sounds tolerable to the ear. We tend to accept the hustle and bustle because we know it heralds the upcoming joyous month.

However, as these blessed days pass us by, something vital slips one’s mind .. Persistence in our plans to improve, to forgive, to get closer to Allah fades away, as the commercials for food start to accumulate to fill our evening family times after Iftar, as such, eating away their brains and consuming these precious yet evanescent nights ..

One makes the New Year’s resolutions in January, but he does not fulfill them until Ramadhan. Sadly, they remain only beginnings .. And the beginnings are always zealous and beautiful .. The beginnings are always short .. People enter Ramadhan with a steady and determined attitude to make new and everlasting positive habits .. It lingers for a few days .. Little do they resist the pleasures, leisures and distractions of Ramadhan banquets, series, treats .. They are overwhelmingly abundant so much so they alienate the soul from the therapeutic effect and the healing powers of this Holy Month ..

The Ramadhan resolutions should be a lifelong set of resolutions .. To maintain them, one must constantly read the Quran, make Du’aa and keep the company of friends who remind you of Allah and the beauty of worship, for the human self quickly loses sight of its life purpose ..

Ramadhan Kareem to everyone J
  

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

كوني خليلة اللّيل ~




عرّي هشاشة قلبك لسواد اللّيل
 فهو يرعى الأرواح المنكسرة
 إرفعي عن وجهك برقع الإبتسامة الكاذبة
 دعيه يلمس قلبك بيده الشّافية
  فالشّفاء يكمن في السّكون المتفهّم
  .. في الصّمت الذّي يخاطب روحك المتعبة
 ! إحتفلي بحزنك
 وٱرقصي أمام هيبته المخيفة في جمالها
 إجعلي حياتك كلّها ليل
 .. فليس في اللّيل حزن، بل في اللّيل صدق و تجلّي
 صاحبي اللّيل
 فهو الصّديق الّذي يكشف العيوب و يتغنّى بها
 إنّه الرّفيق الّذي يمجّد إنسانيّتك المنقوصة
.. يجالس وجلك و ينصت إلى حركاتك المتردّدة
 كوني خليلة اللّيل
 كوني أنيقة الهوى
 ..

Monday, June 9, 2014

Once Upon A Wakeful Dawn ~




Once upon a wakeful dawn
Chopin’s Tristesse was resounding in my ears
Like a distant echo from a dream
I felt my heart racing
I felt the heat of my blood stream
Suddenly evaporated memories started to form
Of times fraught with anxieties and fears
Why is it that I feel so much at dawn ?
Why is it that I see so much at dawn ?
I behold my naked soul longing to confess
Was it the effect of Chopin’s Tristesse ?
Yes, It was an inner mess
But as I sensed the light breeze’s caress
And the sweet touch of morn
I did not feel so forlorn
Once upon a wakeful dawn ..

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Uncertainties die in a prayer ~



She was uncertain ..
The kind of uncertainty that terrifies you when you try to detach yourself from the shell that engulfs you to venture a pondering look towards the horizon ..
There was no horizon that night ..
The painfully similar buildings clouded her sight ..
 She lifted her drowsy head to behold the sky, she could hear her bones creaking and her neck hardening as if she is forced to hold her breath ..
Was it for the sight of the red sky ? Again, she was uncertain ..
This furtivess permeates everything she feels .. Her whole senses had to endure this sense of secretive darkness ..
Truths, as if transparent .. insignificant .. pass her by with the light breeze, unnoticed.
She could only marvel at the frightening redness of the sky ..
She was confused .. She knows that the purplish crimson sky heralds an imminent fall of rain, however, the air surrounding her skin feels hot and smothering ..
Once again, she was uncertain .. Even her resort to Nature could not bring her solace ..
She moved her tired figure and spread some cold water upon her aching organs ..
She was half awake .. Her eyelashes were pouring water over her cheeks, she mistook them for tears ..
Suddenly, her heart pounded .. Her sense of direction was distorted for a while ..
But, as soon as she touched the door knob of her room, she sensed a piece of smooth cloth ..
Her blindness through the corridors of the house guided her to the praying carpet ..
As she humbly bended her form towards Earth, she felt the heavy burdens of uncertainty slipping away from her body ..
She found certainty .. in a desperate nightly whisper that melted away her anxieties ..
It was Fajr time, she was at last hopeful ..


Friday, May 30, 2014

Hannibal Season 2 Finale: The Ultimate "Design" ~



Listen to this while reading, you will feel the harmony between sound and word .. 


It has been exactly a week now since Hannibal’s shocking and blatantly eventful final episode from the jaw-dropping season 2. I wanted to write something about this exceptional series and the unexpected turn of events of the last episode as I believe I just got out from the seven days state of denial that the beautifully wicked Mr Lecter has immersed me in.

Three possible deaths are the culmination of this intellectually and psychologically provocative season. Surprisingly, the victims are three of the fundamental characters of the entire series: “Will Graham” .. Is he a killer in transition, in disguise, by proxy or unconsciously .. No one knows .. Yet.  

The second victim is the innocent and caring Jack Crowford and the third one is the gullible Dr Alana Bloom. If one is to expect a common pattern between all these probable deaths, one is to be disappointed ! I do not know if this violent hastiness in the killing process is done on purpose or is simply the result of a lack in preparations as the fatal visits of these three characters was unpredicted by Hannibal The Cannibal .. Or perhaps he made it look like he was surprised at their breaking in into his sacred and ritualistic dinner preparations.

Every reading is possible at this point .. His reckless behavior when dealing with the attacks signals an astonishment at their coming. However, the reiterative focus on the knife when it smoothly slays the meat, accentuates the idea that his Mind’s Eye is at work here, for it is the knife, the cannibal’s tool, which mirrors the invading and threatening faces of the ominous victims.   

Now, the fashion according to which he handles the life of his victims can either manifest a prominent degree of dexterity or an unusual degree of rashness .. An act, of course, that does not become the minutely calculating mind of Hannibal Lecter.

With his sharp cooking knife, he cut the throats of both Jack crowford and Abigail Hobbs. Perchance, there is a latent pattern in the slaughtering act after all. Moreover, Alana’s the throat was cut in the same way by the helpless Abigail Hobbs. This undecidability still persists, however, when the viewer examines the way Hannibal attempted to end Will’s life. While Alana and Jack were swiftly cut, Will Graham was pierced right through the stomach by his “friend” Hannibal.

Logically, as such, the release of the soul will be slow and painful. Does he desire to internalize the last breathing moments of the friend he loves and engrave them in his memory ? Is Hannibal Lecter becoming a voyeuristic ? Perhaps he already is ! He does relish in the aesthetic ways of death he designs. Following this, Hannibal rejoices in both process and result of assassination. He enjoys the while and the post, maybe because the “post” reminds him of the “beauty” of the “while” and the “while” paves the way to the gratification of the “post”.

The question that remains at the end, did Hannibal honor them by such mundane and plain forms of murder ? Is there a tale to tell behind them ? Was there an ancient ritual executed in the process ? Was there a philosophy underlying them ? Did he intend to immortalize them in so usual a murder ? Is there an ultimate design or does the design lie in the no design ?

 Why does he “eternalize” anonymous people and rewards the people he knows and loves with a normal death ? Is it because he knows them ? Perhaps he wants to remember them as living creatures and not as a set of peculiar exhibitions of Life and Death.

 “I gave you a rare gift, but you didn’t want it.” He says to Will Graham while the latter is lying on the floor gasping for breath. One can argue that he is talking about his unappreciated friendship, or, more far-fetchedly about the “honor” of dying like a normal human being.

Ideas are painfully irreconcilable when it comes to Dr Hannibal Lecter .. Cognitive provocation, visual amazement and psychological angst are what he offers you, yet we, the wretched viewers, continue to watch awe-inspired and impressed. These paradoxes make of Hannibal a series to watch, rewatch, brood over, study and even teach ..