Farrah ELHachem

Writer, Filmmaker and an absolute dreamer…

Kuwaiti in New York – part 6 Hollywood hills I’m Coming …


Farrah ELHachem

Farah alhashim

It is 9:38 pm, the weather is freezing outside, though I did not bother to wear my boots tonight, I wanted to look smashing and royal with my Christian Dior black shoes.. i was at my best, my red silk blouse,  short black dress and good luck charm ring inspired by Mary Antoinette collection ;the  beautiful burgundy colored ring was frosting my hand with its beauty.
I was ready for the opera and excited to the point where I was running the entire 20 blocks to get there; there were no available taxis around and the cool breezes were stinging me like a bee.

Here I am in front of the glorious Lincoln Center that in my opinion has a splash of royalty and history in its ambience.
You can feel that every concert or an event there is like an invitation to a ball. Sometimes I could…

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Lentement j’enlace Melody….


It is Ecstasy.
The Radio is on.
The Sound of Gainsbourg’s manly vigorous voice of his.
It is natural, clear like water, vivd like rainbow colors, and echoing beautifully like an Excellent Vinyl record, spinning around and around under a needle.
A really thin needle placed in the middle. pushing and turning the record around and around. Everything else turns around as a result. 
Gainsbourg’s throat is like a turntable, when he spills out tunes they echo between four walls.
It is Midnight.

Magic always happens since Cinderella lost her shoe. Magic continues to Happen until this moment.
She was lying on the sofa, her head was spinning. Just like that vinyl record. She had several red wine glasses. maybe more than several. It was that buzz,
that kind of buzz that, makes everything so slow just like when Gainsbourg counts till fifty six, seven, eight, or whatever …

He hugged her on the sofa, he was charming, and hugged her like Gainsbourg hugged the melody …

Lentement j’enlace Melody….

She wanted to make love, sometimes i wonder how someone can make love… why do we say make and not create..
She created bits and pieces of love that, she was under the influence of Tour Eiffel glowing outside the window, Gainsbourg’s hauntingly beautiful melodies and those slow, well studied, planned, balanced strokes.

She kissed him. their Lips were locked and Sealed.
She lingered at him, stroked his body, and moaned ..

Her voice, her moans were filling the silent parts of Gainsbourg’s song…
She was creating Love..

Her hair. Some times Hair do speak, and react, Hair spread around the sofa, sometimes on the floor, other minutes on that tiny green table, Her hair was exploring some part the room that night.

They were on top of each other, glued and put exactly in place, like Leggo, but those leggo were made of flesh and really messy hair.

To be continued….

Next Stop.. Je ne sais pas


Deleting and typing…
Typing and Deleting.
This is how I start every thought now a days.
Delete and typing.
Looking at the screen..
Pausing..
Then deleting words again.
I wish things that happen to me could be deleted easily just like virtual thoughts, non existential ideas that get erased immediately from an illusional computer screen.
Tiny digital particles that form words and letters in order to make sense of, can be erased, evaporated and never seen again..

On that particular sunny day in Paris,
I didn’t want to find my way home.
How do I enjoy myself in Paris, you ask ?
I like to step out of every station in the metro and walk.

I like to walk,
it is like deleting possibilities,
Erasing a possible future,
Moving forward …
It is always a good idea.
It makes you sweat,
Feet hurt and
You realize
You own time.
I never was in control of time, but i was able to control the flow of my thoughts jumping out of my head every time the metro stopped…

Where am i ? How did i end up in Paris ? Why am i here, Last time i was in the train, i was on my way home from East 44th and 2nd avenue.

It was snowing and the subway floors were slippery, An old lady was playing tarot cards, placing them on her lap, while the train shook to its core, moved and some of the cards fell on the floor that smelled of urine, foot steps and cigarettes.
The Metro stopped.
I hear echos in French
“Bastille”.
People got out
the train moved again..

Back to East 44th Street.

Where was i ?
I don’t want to think in English again.. otherwise my thoughts will translate itself back to New York. Is it strange how language can interfere in our identity and thoughts ?
What if i think in Arabic, will it take me back to Beirut ?

What is Beirut to me now ?

Roads of possibilities ? or endless funerals

Beirut saved me so many times.

Beirut I love you

Beirut I Hate you. Fucking Hate you. I love you, Hate. You

Someone once asked me. It was Midnight in Montmartre, in an intimate small bar, it smelled of oysters, My friend’s giggled and words echoed in my ears in French. He was buzzed and Happy, Another friend She is a Married Soul asked me. What is Paris to you ?
“Paris is like a Spa” I said
Three giggles. 2 glasses of wine and an empty oyster plate.
I saw someone staring at me from a distance, He was in his 50’s, little bit edgy, completely bohemian, No body noticed him. I stared back at him, He reminded me of a the Image i have of Gainsbourg. The Kind of Paris i want to live in forever and maybe never wake up from.
He randomly asked me to sing for him.

Him : “Sing for me”
Me: What do you want me to sing ?
Him” Je taime moi non plus” I can help you
Me : Why me ?
Him : i can smell love in you

I was not dazed or dreaming, but the chilly cold weather snapped me out of it. And found myself walking away from Him.

Train stops, My body shakes
“Concorde”….
People step out.
The metro stinks. But i can only smell love..
my thoughts fall on the floor like Crystal particles, as the train moves again. My brain gathers what was scattered.

Where am i ?
Which stop ? where am i supposed to get off ?
Oh yes Madeleine Station

I have 13 euros left in my purse. What should i do today.
I shouldn’t forget to photograph the tower.
Buy the Gainsbourg vinyl records
buy the cheese for my mother, that nutty spicy cheese
Oh i should message my cousin we are meeting in an hour.
ok,
Looking in a map
How to say ..
“Where is this station” in French ?
A man looks at me. He finds my confusion “cute”
he smiles, i stare innocently and return to my crumbled map.

I find it difficult to translate my personality perfectly in French.
But every personality has a flaw, maybe one or two
maybe more
I imagine if i speak in a foreign language
i could erase all my flaws and start over…
A different language, a filtered personality
I can change a name, a belief or even an attitude
I don’t know what “Fuck” means in French I spent 7 days in Paris and never said it until my cousin told me i can say “Merde” if i want to… but i didn’t
It is like being addicted to smoking, i was addicted to Cursing back in nyc every step, every block was sugarcoated with Fuck and Shit.
Now Paris, changed that..

To be continued ..

I Saved Shahrazade : My response to Joumana Haddad’s Book


A Direct response to her Book, “ I killed Shahrazade”

By Farah ALHashem

Location: New York

I don’t live in Beirut anymore, but I have come up with a routine that have kept me up to date with what was happening there. I have decided to buy books in Beirut every time I was there, then I spend my 11 hours flight reading those books until I arrive safely to my Manhattan apartment.

The airplane was crowded; I sat on a very comfortable window seat and decided to start reading Joumana Haddad ‘s book “ I killed Shahrazade.”

One page after the other, I found myself at times happy and wanted to applaud her in my mind for her insightful analysis of the Arab world and women to be exact, but there were times where I wanted to shake her shoulders and ask her “ What the hell were you thinking?”

I was not in New York yet nor Paris, I was not on land and I was kind of in the air, so nothing could affect my opinion and what I’m about to say may be brutal but honest. At least that is what I believe in and freedom of expression protects me the same way it protects Haddad.

I have so many reasons to protect Shahrazade from murder, but I will leave you with 6 reasons only. Haddad discussed her relationship with sexuality, men, religion, her family, her city and her identity as a woman, and as an Arab woman.

I support some of the thoughts she has expressed in the book, but I come here to disapprove on some reasons and I will tell you why.

I don’t think it is healthy or correct to start a relationship with murder.  The ability to murder a part of your past, will give a direct negative reaction to your present and it will affect your future.

Starting a relationship with yourself by murdering a part of it will not save you from the guilt trip that you will go through, nor it will save you from your flaws and mistakes.

Killing shahrazade is not the answer for Arab women to over come their flaws, their mistakes, or their mistreatment in their Arab society.

Killing someone or something is a sign of denial or running away from the problem and it shows weakness. I believe that facing the problem is a better way to deal with it.

I understand Haddad’s anger, I understand her reasoning about the representations of women in the Arab world and I understand the suffer women have to go through in Arab countries in order to live a normal life, but this kind of racism is not only found in the Arab world, it is everywhere so why associate this to a race? or a religion or an identity?

I believe that blaming human kind is a better way to understand our issues all, as a nation, and I believe that the first mistake Haddad made is dividing the nations into west and east and falling in the trap of western and eastern world and the division politics have created all those years. I believe that a writer should unite people with words about the common problems we all suffer from and not differentiate backgrounds, because we are all in the same boat.

Haddad describes Beirut as a destructive city, where dreams are shattered and lives are meaningless, but somehow the irony here is that she has succeeded in creating a career for herself, working as an editor in An-Nahar newspaper, having two beautiful children, falling in love with man of her dreams I presume, publishing her words, publishing her magazine. I mean where is the destruction in this?

Dear Haddad Beirut gave you so much, and others like us had to escape somewhere else to find it.

I understand that one of the major ideas Haddad mentioned in her books or writings is the idea of the middle eastern man and that she does not fall for his effect or control, yet she kept falling in the Freudian Trap where her tongue slipped more than once by rewriting about her father and his influence on her and how his opinion mattered or did not.

I believe that writing about something over and over, and saying it or mentioning it everywhere, means you have a conflict with it. So I truly believe that Haddad did not get over the idea she was asking other women to reject: Man’s approval

I understand the beauty of Sex, although I understand that it is still considered a taboo in some areas of Lebanon and part of the society still believes in sex after marriage, so what is wrong with that?

 

For example, if I reject the idea of eating French fries, because it causes me indigestion issues, should I start writing about it that it is danger to society? Maybe others enjoy eating French fries. All I have to do is just find myself a substitute for French fries like beet salad so I can please myself physically and mentally.

Haddad speaks about the importance of sexual freedom and expression and I salute her for that, but she should not apply this to all mentalities in Lebanon or the Arab world.

We are living at times where everybody can say their opinion no matter what, there are Facebook, twitters, blogs and you tubes for anyone to speak up their mind, there is a social awareness campaigns all around us and the world has become like a small global village.

If some people choose to be sexually conservative let them be.

What I like about the United States is that 50 state although one president and one constitution rule them; they have different identities, tiny ones.

The Amish people have their own rules, people from Texas are conservative enough to enjoy eating meat, holding beauty competitions, marrying in a church and supporting the Republican Party.

Should we say they are wrong?

No they are not but that doesn’t mean other states agree with them. They are simply living their lives the way they want it.

Telling people what to think about sex or how to use it or what to feel about it is an act of dictatorship and not democratic nor liberal.

I believe that if Haddad wants to enjoy having sex without matrimony that is not wrong at all, it is her natural right for example to enjoy her body. But it is not allowed for her to ask everybody to think likewise.

I’m not here to judge Haddad in fact I don’t have a problem with her opinion about sexuality but what I have a problem with is her trying to project her opinion and force it among the rest of us. One time I discussed the subject of virginity with her in a chat box on Facebook, I found it strangely enough that she is inviting me to liberate myself and indulge in the pleasure of Sex, but what confused me is that why did she relate sex with liberation?

Why not consider that I’m liberal enough to protect my body from promiscuous life, and try at least to enjoy myself with a man who I truly love. I mean with all due respect but humans tend to hunt and chase. We like the idea of going after something, and I believe having everything available to us will kill this desire and lose its magic.

I remember watching an old opera entitled “L’elisir d’amore” at the Lincoln Center few months back, it is a very beautiful romantic Italian opera some how portrayed our human race so perfectly and especially the relationship between a man and a woman.

There is a part where the girl is walking around a garden, she is beautifully dressed and she was covering her hair, and then she took the scarf off and placed the it on the floor and sat under an apple tree, the hero kept following her, observing her as she walks around and her dress was beautiful, then when they got closer and he touched her hand she felt shy enough to run the opposite way. I was blown away by this action and the music that followed. The intensity of this flirtatious act made me wonder what ever happened to it?

Understanding the sexual pleasure and our body sometimes can ruin the act itself. If you scientifically research every sexual position it will kind of turn me off honestly, and I will feel like a lab rat instead of a lover. Gerard Damiano a director who made a very early porn film called deep throat in 1972 said that the recent porn industry films are too outrageous and too obvious and are not sexy. Said in a documentary called “deep throat” and you can easily find it online.

Writing about sex, publishing a penis on the cover of a magazine can ruin this magical intensity of knowing the unknown, there are women up until this moment where they refuse to define what a G spot is and like to test their sexuality and role play during sex. I mean the idea of hiding yourself in someone else’s or shifting your identity means you like to escape yourself when having sex. The pleasure is always hidden in the unknown.

Haddad always said that sex is part of us and it is a desire just like water and food and should not be an obsession. Well I agree but she is contradicting herself, and I believe that not talking about sex doesn’t necessarily make us a backward thinkers.

Having sex is a personal subject and I have discovered that finding a virgin now in Beirut is like trying to find Waldo in where is Waldo.

Maybe some people still reject the idea of opening up about their sexuality and the only solution we have here is to be patient and move on with our lives and things will fall into place and people will start talking, but forcing them to talk or pointing fingers at them or attacking won’t make them talk.

There is an idea that slipped my mind I want to share with you, Let us ask ourselves why do porn stars want to create a story in a porn film like Teacher and student, or Doctor and patient or Police and criminal. This classic professional relationship that is based entity on certain aspects of someone’s life, if they get to make it sexual and break that professional boundary it will become extremely sexy and desiring. Why?

Because breaking boundaries is sexy but if we break all boundaries, there is nothing left to break and we won’t have that pleasure of accomplishing the unknown or the “banned”

It is a human nature to desire to break the unbreakable.

Everything that becomes too available becomes undesirable.

Publishing a photograph of a French passport on your Facebook wall dear Haddad, then criticizing and damning your Beirut, what does this say about you? If you see yourself French then you are not entitled to call yourself an Arab woman.

If you are happy in France why not go there? And I’m saying this with all love and care and wondering how come you are criticizing a country that you refuse to represent? Or a nation that you refuse to be part of?

Insulting the Arab identity is not the answer to solve the Arab identity crisis, in fact insulting Arab women, and men, and its history, will not solve the problem nor will progress in our lives.

 

I would like to list to you few reasons why killing Shahrazade is a mistake 

First Haddad said that our background does not necessarily need to give us a reason to be bad, yet in other sentences she contradicts herself by saying that being an Arab means we need to be hypocrites and schizophrenic, and that your ideas are repressed and you cannot speak the truth, but I wonder how did she find people to edit and proofread her book, publish it and promote for it?

Aren’t those people Arabs? Those who interviewed you on TV to discuss your ” repressed thoughts”?

Denying this is hypocrisy itself. 

I think Haddad has a very unhealthy relationship with her city Beirut, and I believe that the first step into creating a healthy relationship with the people around you, and your city is by starting to fix yourself first.

What I truly believe is that Beirut is corrupt not because of hidden and repressed thoughts on the contrary it is corrupt because of the obsessive expression of different ideas, and sometimes too much democracy can ruin a nation. Just like too much honesty can ruin a relationship, sometimes knowing too much or seeing too much can ruin us.

What saddens me is that a woman like joumana Haddad who speaks 7 languages and traveled the world comes to a conclusion that being an Arab woman means facing unemployment, political corruption, economical catastrophe and backwardness. Even though I have been living in New York for the past 3 years I come to a huge realization that NYC is like an egg, very light surface; covered and protected by what seems to be strong laws and speaks about modernity and development yet 4 million of its 8 million are homeless or depressed, or repressed under the capitalist lifestyle, and stuck.  They do not know where to go!! 

A nation that walks by a homeless and does not care, a nation half its population consider staring at the other in the eye is an invasion of privacy. Yes those people exist!

 

I can’t count to you the days, I found myself by mistake looking back at someone in the subway just because our eyes met in the same direction since standing in the subway waiting to reach your destination is no fun, and it is bound to happen and see the other. I was confronted with curses and swear and disrespect for their privacy.

What I mean is no one is perfect.

So I started imitating them, and holding a book and stuffing my vision between papers so I won’t commit the mistake and look at the other or even smile.

I guess being an Arab is considered backward to some, if we still believe in the intimacy of human relations, in smiling to strangers and I remember that day in HAMRA STREET where an entire street was grieving the loss of Ali, the homeless man who died from cold weather.

It is true that we are a nation filled with misconceptions and mistakes, we are a nation that hold so many different people but instead of attacking each other one has to step back and think why did this happen in the first place?

If the Europeans don’t want women to wear veil in France then I blame the French system. Not the veiled women.

There is something called freedom of expression and freedom of choice, I think the French and the British then later Americans have bragged about it in their constitutions and their media outlets and movies and TV programs yet they control and hide those who are different from them, they interrogate their Arabs and Muslims in their airports, they make racist films and cast Arabs as terrorists and write books about Arabs as being third world.

Colonization had a lot to do with how we see the world and I think we should sit one day and start reading and analyzing our history before trying to murder it. 

There has been a study made by an environmental expert who happens to teach at university of Sweden he has created a digital system; a program that can show the progress and development or under development of countries around the world in terms of culture, politics, economy and so forth.

He sent a direct message in the UN charter accusing the UN of manipulating the truth and asked for the cancelation of the term ” Third world, and first world. “

According to him those terms do not exist anymore and should be deleted, as he started comparing systems he said that let us say America is economically a first world country, but according to Mexico, it is considered a third world when it comes to its medical insurance.

The world has changed and we should follow this change.

I believe, from my knowledge that studying in a catholic conservative school can lead to an explosion later. An emotional one.

Reading Islamic fatwa from weird websites or hearing them in strange media outlets that are obvious to the eye and its stupidity, and quoting them in your book means that your desire to hate is not powerful or solid enough, and you are giving yourself a reason to hate religion, thus taking over your objective logical thinking and that will not make you better than those weird extremists.

I’m not saying I’m religious, but I learned something from college back in Beirut that I should doubt everything I read, and look for an explanation and not take anything for granted.

I spent 15 years studying Islam, as well as studying biblical studies and for the past 3 years I have taken courses in New York about Judaism.

I came to a realization that religions are books! They are pieces of papers, series of words created to organize one’s self like a philosophy book, it does not mean, it needs to control your life, and only those weak can let a book control their life or the way they think. 

It is true that I personally do not believe in any religion and I’m not controlled by those books, but I chose to believe in an ultimate power I shall call god, I mean if I want to scream out of pleasure, or scream out of anger, who shall I call? ? I need to have someone to blame my miseries and lucky fortune on, we humans are imperfect and we tend to blame others, and having a god watching us can allow us to do that, but that doesn’t stop us from living the life we had planned for ourselves.

Why do we read about yoga? And do it?  I mean this is a physical and mental treatment that was created to help us in our stressed times yet it is considered a meditation tool in Buddhism.

Why did we allow ourselves to take it? We were selective when it came to Buddha

I agree with what I have read in “identity” by Amin Maluf when he described people as “those who change a religion and their societies can change a religion only but not the opposite.”

So I believe Haddad should not look at those people who pretend to be religious, those are not the real face of religion!!

It is ok to be an atheist or a non believer we all choose at the end to believe or not to believe but it is a bad decision to attack religion or to be exact, to attack those are misusing religion and generalize that religion sucks!

If you hate Beirut that much, and you feel it is strangling you, I think you need a break from it so leave Beirut. I think that is the perfect solution to your phobias and your insecurities about the city. Leave it and never come back.

We all tend to leave sometimes!! To somewhere physically or mentally

Loving Beirut is an effort itself, understanding it and embracing it without getting anything in return is the idea of love and what it stands for. If you ask too much from someone who cannot give a lot is a selfish act. I truly believe that Beirut has so little to offer and the rest is left for us to explore.

It is a very old school of thought where your voice is born in its streets, where you meet different people and realize this city is multicolored and has so many faces to show. I believe Haddad has failed to see Beirut as a city and took it for granted just because she was born in it.

I realized through experience that those who are born in Beirut some of them condemn Beirut until they leave it. Sometimes if you love something it will come back to you, so my advice Haddad if you hate Beirut so much, if you believe Beirut has destroyed you, the best is to leave it maybe someday you will run toward it and accept it the way it is.

 Why I saved Shahrazade 

I believe that shahrazade is like my Plato, no it is not my Plato literally, but it is a historical symbol that somehow her philosophy with men and life surprised me and shook me to my core, I truly believe that Shahrazade was witty and smart, she used her skills and used it against Shahrayar.  I believe she was intelligent enough to use his weapons against him. And I would love to represent shahrazade anywhere I go.

Why?

Understanding where we come from will help us know where we want to go. And that means not killing any part of our history so we won’t be condemned to repeat it.

 

To Baalback Festival : Our treasure


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qNfDUhqgRA 

I came across this video by a friend, this is how i usually get my news about lebanon through friends and facebook, and sometimes i find it interesting to see what beirut is doing and what are those lebanese artists are up to, but the shock that kept me speechless for few moments is that some priests and close-minded people are spreading hate messages about Baalbak festival and this show in particular, by attacking the artists of using a musical melody from the bible and turned those musical coral into a tangible art !! into a physical magical movements by very serious and professional performers. 

you know what is funny and sad is the ability we have to destroy beautiful things. we have mastered destruction in every possible way in our life. we started in human relations, by cutting a man’s penis for being in love, and allowing a man to kill his wife, by destroying our historical buildings, our old traditional houses, our green windows, balconies and greek and Phoenician ruins that were beautiful and randomly scattered all around lebanon to build malls and parking spaces. yet we never stopped, some of us are still hungry to integrate sectarianism into cultural festivals. !! 

in all the times i was in beirut, the only stable thing in this city was having annual festivals that kept running day after day and always followed the saying” the show must go on” even during times of crisis where beirut was going under hard times, we always saw those festivals as a peaceful horizon showing us that having a peaceful life is still possible. and brought to our memories the old beirut that was famous for culture, and was the center of middle east, indeed beirut was a cultural hub of the arab world and was always the first in inviting modern artists, beirut always was known for embracing new artistic events, holding galleries for famous and international painters and performers and so forth. beirut this beautiful city had a unique voice for culture and arts and was the voice of “original art” i was always proud of baalback festival, for creating a universal hub inside the ruins to tell the world that our country appreciate art no matter what the background may be. this is why i never missed a show and always supported it when i was outside lebanon. despite that i missed couple of shows before and i will be missing this year’s shows since i don’t live in lebanon anymore, but that never was a reason, i always comforted myself that lebanon will be fine since baalback festival was still going on,

we desperately need such cultural windows. we have reached to a dead end in lebanon, i can’t imagine that priests are attacking a respectable organization that is trying to promote for tasteful art and promote for universal culture and promote for lebanon and bring it back as the hub of the middle east, but no, those people decided to attack it, to attack a show that is embracing religion like a musical expression yet they say it harmed our society and our religion… then if they think this is harmful why then do they allow themselves to see Maya Diab ‘s cleavage and asshole every time on screen ? then why do we allow night clubs in beirut to host foreign strip dancers to dance in large glass- metal Champagne cups- and allow them to dip their bodies in the large glass like a cheap slave ? showing their entire body naked the way nature intended ? so basically showing nudity in clubs, and stripping our own tv shows, is allowed but waving our arms and bodies entirely covered on the sound of a Christian melody is forbidden ? 

i live in new york city, when ever i say i’m from lebanon they tell me 
oh you are from Las vegas of the middle east. 
they keep saying it !! after we used to hear paris of the middle east
our ignorance has brought us down to be compared to a city in US that people gamble their money away and sleep under stripper’s thighs 

i salut you dear lebanese for officially destroying the last thing your country have ever represented CULTURE !! 

An advice from a concerned citizen and from a culture lover – take care of your festivals and guard them with your heart and soul – invest your time !!!! in them these are the mirror, to others, those represent your country to the world ! 

Farah

Leila’s wedding : Review part 1 فرح ليلى


I have watched 9 episodes so far from the show “Fara7 Leila” ( Leila’s Wedding). Although i love watching Leila Elwi doing pretty much anything on screen, and i have always admired her acting except that i have noticed a lot of weakness points in this show’s script.

The story itself is not powerful or convincing enough to be told in 30 episodes, i have come to the realization that the show ‘s plot is being stretched like slices of mozzarella on a pizza. i mean the character of Leila is not written well ; i  know leila is marvelous and it is not her fault. it is the director and writer’s fault for not able to write and construct a powerful tv character, leila’s character through out 9 episodes her feelings toward the british- Egyptian guy didn’t evolve one bit where is the emotional ladder ? . i mean the guy took her father to hospital, he helped her in every possible way, he helped her to be a photographer for a wedding, he is still considered a stranger in her eyes. i mean when are they planning to set a scene for them to at least have “the talk”, or at least show some hints that Leila is starting to admire this man, but all i saw is her being put in ridiculous circumstances, her sister gets knocked up, her father gets sick and she keeps screaming left and right and specially sometimes on the innocent helpful british guy ? ! why is that ?

what surprises me that most of the characters are not properly constructed or written well. i believe that leila’s character should evolve quicker responding to what is happening around her. i mean 4 episodes earlier she didn’t want to call him for considering him a stranger, and she suddenly took him for granted to help her in her family problems … why is that ? what is his motive ?

there are no clear motives for each character and this is a result of lack of creativity, and i know that this man should be a clear mystery to the world and to leila but at least we should establish that he is foreigner, showing his passport or putting candles in his room is not a solid representation of a character. i mean why is this late 30 something – early 40’s British Egyptian guy likes to sleep with candles being lit ? i mean who does that ?

i understand maybe the director is trying to show the man as being bohemian, free spirited but thats not how you show  it on screen. a simple phone call or a simple action of him in the middle of “west el ballad” can tell us that he came from abroad.

The most intoxicating and beautiful character in the entire show, the character of the annoying neighbor, ahmad kamal  magically and professionally mastered the role of the annoying neighbor and portrayed the status of the lonely man so perfectly that made a lot of viewers hate his guts. that means he succeeded in translating that ugly character.

i don’t understand why leila’s sister would hide her marriage and sleep with a loser, i mean of course i understand love is blind, but the story has showed us that “Mai” is living in a moderately free spirited house, she is a painter and her sister is a cool wedding planner, and her friends and students are rappers and aritsts and singers, i mean she is living in a free open minded crowd why is she being afraid from being touched by her “so called husband” or being seen with him. or not even telling her own sister.

her actions and her lifestyle two different characters i don’t know how they are integrated into one. maybe if she had a problem at the house, she could have 1 % motivation to hide from her unfair parents. Yes i know she is not allowed to be married until leila is, but cinematically speaking that is not a valid or strong reason to be shown on television, the script needs a powerful reason.

there are so many other strange moments, for example what is the relationship between that old sick mother and her daughter who is trying to find a job and pay the rent, and the rest of the leila’s family ? when are we going to see a link between those two stories ?

and why is it that leila is always angry and screaming and out of a sudden she is working on weddings and sometimes she is not. where is the consistency ?

I still didn’t see why Leila didn’t pay for british-egyption guy ( Adham) for his work as a photographer in her wedding. why is that ?

I love the new talents that are mushrooming in Egypt and i will keep watching hoping for the show to get better !!

to be continued ..

This is A Film


I just watched “This Is Not A film” by jaafar panahi.

it is 9:53 pm. I see airplanes flashing yellow and red,

i can see them from a distance right through the window…

i have 2 empty bottles on the floor.

i live in new york city, 4 minutes walk to East Village where everybody parties under a disco ball. Maybe not a disco ball for real but you get what i mean.

I wake up everyday at 7:30 am

but when i’m up i look at the alarm with eyes partially closed, i set it to 8:00 and i go back to sleep.

the alarm strikes again, so i wake up this time, eyes wide open, but that doesn’t mean i’m not sleepy.

i go to the bathroom, it is quite messy..

towels, laundry under the sink. toilet paper rolls scattered around.

I brush my teeth, without looking at the mirror, my face head down, then i wash my mouth and shut the running water.

there is a mini mountain of clothes in front of the closet, i fixed those clothes and put them on a hanger 5 times this past week, but somehow i end up without noticing leaving them on the floor.

After i find what i’m going to wear, i rush back to the bed room, take my laptop along with the charger, look for my iPhone that i probably left in the bathroom.

Yes my iphone is always with me no matter where i’m..

the apartment is very quite, as if the silence is telling me, “you are all by yourself, just go to work.”

So i listen, and i smack the door behind me, then i take the elevator, it usually stops on floors so i run into people that are not friendly and not interested in saying ” Good morning.”

just like sitting or standing in a subway, where your eyes and someone might meet but that does not necessarily  mean we are looking at each other.

I arrive to my office, it is a small one with a very uncomfortable chair and a door that i can’t keep open. it is like an annoying refrigerator door. always strikes back at you if you keep it open.

My job is interesting. No monkeys dancing or Super stars having singing, just group of people talking in front of microphones and dropping words such as ” Poverty” and ” Development”.

So after 8 hours of that doze, i come back home, to my friend “Silence” and watch old reruns of Family Guy, same episodes over and over again, until i memorize the lines. I realized that i keep doing that probably trying to escape a reality, as if i try to hypnotize myself with a familiar  routine and i keep doing it everyday, until it becomes an automatic thing.

I never tried to go out and break that routine, Why ?

Because all the people i love are in Beirut. so does that mean ? i can’t enjoy my time in new york ?

but people keep telling me, ” Go out have some fun and enjoy the City.” I never really quite understood how can you enjoy a place when your soul is taken hostage away from your body?

so when that happens, all is left a walking empty body.

Now that is a real prison don’t you think ?

to be imprisoned  by your own mind, your own thoughts and your own body, how about if someone is  free mentally ?

Jaafar  is my new friend, as if somehow i communicated with him through his IPhone camera while he was “documenting” a regular day in his apartment in Iran.

This man is imprisoned in his own house, but somehow he was able to be free with his thoughts.

I challenge anyone including lebanese filmmakers,

french filmmakers

and American filmmakers …..

to transform a censorship, to transform a feeling, to transform negative thoughts into Art …!!

I believe Panahi was more free than me.

I Don’t have a government banning me not to make a film for 20 years

I Don’t have a government banning me to Write film scripts for 20 years

I Don’t have a government banning me to be interviewed for 20 years.

I have a big city, i have the ability to fly when ever, i have a one bed room apartment in Manhattan and that means like having a palace in taj mahal. ~

yet i feel trapped like a mouse and unable to go anywhere.

so imagine that person .. that would be me.. arriving home today, after work, and nothing to do, my mind wandered

should i go shopping ?

should i grab my camera and photograph and wander in the city

should i go to a restaurant ? but how can i dine alone would not that be strange ? will i be talking to my phone or the empty glass.

for a thought, i stopped in the middle of the street. it was not intentional but i had to since the red sign alerted me to stop. I stopped thinking and said to myself, ” I will just go home  and will see what happens..”

so i arrived home and on my way to that elevator that stops in floors picking up those strange people.

Door Man : Hey Farah you have mail ..

So i take the box and open it in the elevator, i got so busy with opening the box that i  did not realize there were people in with me.

and there it was. Panahi ‘s let me call it ” personal video message”

I watched it, there were moments where i felt helpless, all i wanted to do is cry.

other times i got motivated to break my prison and turn on my camera and i realized that what Panahi did is everything a film should be.

Now that is why sometimes i wonder did i make the right choice by pausing my career in journalism then studying film and graduating then pausing that again and going into the corporate world ?

I met a very interesting lady today from my past, my journalism teacher back in Beirut

Though our meeting was only 2 hours, though this woman managed to bring out all the things that i could not speak or express since 2009.

We sat in a french bistro, the lunch was not memorable, it was pasta with something ..

but i remember her lips talking about Beirut, about  certain moments that i kept dreaming about over the past years, and for a second i thought my beirut moments were only hallucinations in my head, but today i realized they were not dreams nor hallucinations.

Now imagine if i had an iPhone turned on video mode during that lunch, and i recorded a our chat, then later me running to work with heels in New York’s busy streets, then few shots of my office that from a Pov Shot could be mistaken for a Prison cell.

Panahi My dear, i was always afraid to express myself, even in film school, i always thought of picking up a camera and keep it turned on video mode, but when i did it and showed it to friends and teachers in film school they told me “it is crap”

I’m not going to discuss scenes in the film, nor the fact that at the end Panahi was shooting a fire scene outside his apartment, and i won’t discuss his intimate dialogue with the art student who takes out the garbage as a way to help his family.

So an entire moment  like those i mentioned   could  easily mean nothing to a blockbuster film,  but they are  as real as our flesh. and they are honest as those heart beats we hear in our chest.

Panahi,  what you just made Is A Film.

Qanāt al-Sūwais is for Sale, Beirut is Sold, and Syria is ready for Auction


I don’t know what to do, or say

I feel I’m obliged to sit and stare at the newscast for hours and then turn it off and pretend I heard nothing..

I don’t know where to start

Should I start with the fact that “Gomhereyet masr el 3arabia” is falling apart?

Or the fact that “ jomhereye el soreye el3arabye” is being demolished completely ?

And Beirut is being snatched like a piece of meat between two stupid political parties ?

And who is the Dog  here ?

The Americans?

The Israelis?

Or ourselves?

I don’t blame America nor Israel for anything that is happening to us right now.

I feel we have brought this upon ourselves, we have turned a magical kingdom like Egypt, a city like Cairo, a river like the Nile, into a rotten place of fascists, serial killers, and filled it with mafia of thieves who call themselves Muslims.

They have divided the Christians and Muslims; those pretending to be “Muslims” and ruined our image in front of United State of America, Israel and literally destroyed the infra structure, culture, heritage and history of every single Arab country on the map.

Those people are appearing on the TV and YouTube who are smoking cigarettes and drinking tea praising about “ revolution and freedom” after their tea break they shoot each other from rooftops in Damascus and sit and watch Syrians bleed to death.

I will never call those Syrians nor this is an answer to the freedom in Syria.

We don’t want a dictator ruling Syria nor we want a weapon of mass destruction to wipe Damascus off the map …

I stayed in denial for so long, avoiding to watch news, avoiding documentaries, Facebook statues and trying to ignore the fact that Syria entered into a deadly black tunnel and there is not way out.

The sad part is that Egypt, my favorite country, the mother of our nations, “ om el donia” the country that embraced our lives since the day we were born until now with its black and white cinema, music, dance and history.

Now this entire history is being sold to bunch of greedy men with beards and bellies, calling themselves businessmen.

I was not born in 1973 or 1967 but I know how Syria, Egypt used to represent the backbone of the Arab defense regime, where all the other small countries like Lebanon also the rest of the gulf used to cover up under the patronage and security of Egypt and Syria and Iraq;  the most powerful Arab countries during Jamal Abdul Nasser ‘s political period.

Just like chess.

Check mate!

We lost Baghdad 2003

and its leader Saddam,  despite his criminal acts and idiocy to his people, he died tragically during Eid ALadha on international TV like a goat .

Syria is being demolished piece by piece, street by street and Syrians are being scattered just like Palestinians and I feel soon enough Syria will never be the same and it is just the beginning to an end.

Egypt,  the most powerful prestigious country that taught us what’s its like to be “ Qawmi 3arabi” (patriotism  and Arabic identity) , is now being sold to Qatar-  literally-, I really don’t know what else to say !

Do you want me to talk about Beirut?

Or I think it is enough and it is pretty clear what is going to happen to it,  if the situation stays like that.

1975 will return confidently and this time the division will not only become east and west, the killing will not only be 60,000, the difference will not only be Muslim, the division will be between one apartment and another.

I really don’t know where to start, my journalistic skills can’t keep up with the constant changes that are taking place in the Arab world, my mind, my words, and my keyboard can’t keep up with such a deadly revolution.

It is true that it is a revolution, but from what?

What are we revolting about?

About indifference?

About unfair killing?

About censorship?

And destruction, instability and inability  to live normally ?

Well did that change ?

i just wonder if Abdulwahab was here today what would he compose about ?

I’m a Woman…


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by Lebanese Artist Cesar Gemayyel

I feel lucky everyday I wake up

I feel lucky everyday I wear a bra

I feel lucky everyday I hold a lipstick  between my fingers

Then I look at the mirror and I smile …

I feel lucky every time my feet hurt when I wear heels

After the pain, after the swelling

I look at the mirror and I smile..

I feel lucky every time I snap a picture

Every time I paint myself

Every time I read a book about love, passion in history

I feel lucky when I stand in the street defending another woman

When I protest for her, her smile

Her power ….

Her strength

I feel lucky when I see my mother every minute of the day

When I talk to my mother on the phone

I feel lucky, happy when I fall in love with a man

When I imagine myself pregnant with our baby

A new life is being created …

I feel lucky when I realize we are blessed with  a super power

Yes we are sensitive

Yes we are emotional

Yes we are not perfect

Yes we cry if we see a good film a good book or even gain a pound

Yes we laugh if we hangout with our  girlfriends, read a dirty joke or fit in a new jeans…

Yes we have our shallow moments

But we are deep creatures from within..

I feel lucky when I know we are the  children of  eve..

The smartest women on this planet …

I feel lucky when I see my belly growing in front of me .. when I know I’m creating a life inside of me

I feel lucky when I graduate

When I get a new job

When I get promoted

When I write a book, make a film, or even design a project …

I feel lucky when i win  an award or a degree

Then I hold a different lipstick and i smile …

I’m a woman…

To all the women out there