I understand you now ~ Jordanian Play heavily criticizes the Government
I went with my family to watch a play yesterday -my first Jordanian play, if you will. I wasn’t expecting much, because from my experience, the art scene in Jordan is disappointingly limited. cliche-full, and child-like, as it has not achieved any sort of maturity, let alone originality.
The name of this play was “I understand you now”. It was political satire that drew a contrast between the average Jordanian’s frustrations with the government (including lack of true democracy) and his abuse and dictatorship as the “man of the house”.
Frankly -and this is a big statement for me to make, as I am very difficult to impress- the play was one of the best written works I have ever come across. Every line was purposeful, and offered a unique -sometimes even poetic- social or political critique of our people and/or governments. Much of the criticism was daring, as it targeted ministers, prime ministers and even the king himself (who attended the play a couple of weeks ago). Knowing how fear-struck artists in Jordan are about critiquing the government (due to Jordan intelligence threats) I was taken by surprise.
As an artist and writer, I believe that play was a leap forward for Jordanian artists. I can imagine that the playwright, director and cast took a huge risk upon their decision to bring all this criticism to stage.
That daring trust in the truth of the average Jordanian’s life makes me question my own work and how comfortable it is to lay under the headlights exposed and honest.
Day 29 Writing Prompt
Day 26 Writing Prompt
Day 24 Writing Prompt
So today is a thursday (last day before the weekend for those of us who love in the Middle East), so I’m gonna go with a soft/fun writing prompt;
If my nerves were a head of hair, you would be static.
Day 17 Writing Prompt
Day 15 Writing Prompt
Write a poem that starts with a one word title, two words in the first line, three in the next, and continues by adding one word per line.
Day 12 Poem: Coffee Violence (30/30 Challenge) ~ Alyah Al Aswad
My mother would’ve be happier
if she was a speckle of dust dancing at the tip of my nose
in a beam of crisp morning sunlight.
than she is being a woman, at this moment.
As I sit on a Persian carpet
eying my parents taking sips
from pitch black Turkish coffee
I’ll blame the darkness they cannibalized in neat cups every morning,
for tonight’s freakshow.
The woman who memorized the geometry of my body
and the physics of lifting me up
has had bruises that match the coffee stains on a table cloth.
She is jittery, but its not the caffeine.
The bad habit, if you will, is my father.
I never saw them held as tight
as by early day silence,
when their lips puff soft murmurs of nothingness.
I only loved my father at this time of the day.
I realized. It is telling,
the way you can chose to grip a glass cup with a circumference close to the size of a neck.
He handled his coffee the way he brought my mother to his lips.
There’s so much repentance to catch up with.
He was iron-fisted. so I taught myself to soften my grip enough to crack the theology in the curve of hips,
because it is painful and unfair
that I think
my mother would’ve be happier
if she was in the speckles of dust dancing at the tip of my nose
in a beam of crisp morning sun-ray
than she is being my creator, at this moment.
Day 12 Writing Prompt (30/30 Challenge)
Write for 20 minutes using the following as your starter: “Hello Coffee…”
Day 11 Writing Prompt
Write for 20 minutes using the following as your title or starting phrase: “Consider Blasphemy”