KHATIJA AND ZULEKHA'S HOUSE DIVIDED

KHATIJA AND ZULEKHA'S HOUSE DIVIDED

THIS NARRATIVE IS IN FOUR SEGMENTS

PEOPLE INHABITING THE NARRATIVE ARE:

KHATIJA

ZULEKHA: Sisters

IBSA;  (In Babylon souls alone)

INSA: (In New Jersey souls alone)  Sisters

JAFFER:  An educated young man who is terrified of expressing any of he opinion.

(All sisters often asks him:  WHAT DO YOU SAY JAFFER?

But he remains silent thus invisible....

SEGMENT ONE:

(Zulekha to Khatija)

ZULEKHA;

Why do you suffer so much?

Why do you spend so much energy on useless things and useless people?

Especially on useless people...

Why do you need acceptance of others?

Why do you go through such stress thinking of others?

Why do you give yourself so much pain about the misfortunate?

Why must you think of the ones who are excluded from everything comfortable?

Why do you suffer so much sadness about te injustice in te world?

Why do you feel for the downtrodden, te hungry, the mutilated,the desparate,

the forgotten human beings of ths earth?

Why don't you learn from thhe class system of the world /

Why don't you understand the financial power, the power of the money classes?

Why can't you distance yourself from the thoughts of exclusion?

Whose exclusion worries you? And why does it worry you?

Why don't you enjoy aloofness, indifference and lack of concern about so any

whom you don't know and have never met in your life?

Who put this this feel of the social injustice in you?

Why can't you be like most of the people who care for no one but themselves?

Why can't you be just busy with your own, "PROJECTS"  as every important person calls them...

("Oh! I have a new project coming up and then another project and then another)

Why don'y you have any sense of importance for yourself?

Why do you criticize yourself so much?

Why can't you have a plan and follow it every day?

What is the source f this anxiety?  This anger? This fear? This terror of the soul?

Were you very badly hurt as a child?

Why can't you excite yourself about things, just things?

Why nothing ever works for you any more?

My sister, tell me what will make you happy?

Love?

Companionship?

Money?

Conversation?

Country home?

A car?

A loft?

An elevator?

New clothes?

New shoes?

New furniture?

New area?

Gold?

Trees?

Flowers?

Candles?

New plants?

New apartment?

New country?

New earth?

New smell?

New perfumes.....

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE RESPECTED?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BRING THE TIME BACK?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE THE TIME PASSED TO COME BACK?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR PAST COME BACK?

KHATIJA:

YES.

I WANT THE TIME TO COME BACK

YES.

I WANT THE PAST TO COME BACK

YES.

I WANT MY PAST TO BE MY PRESENT

YES.

I WANT MY PAST TO BE MY FUTURE

MY EVERYTHING....

YES.

I WANT MY PERFUMES TO COME BACK

YES.

I WANT MY RESPECT TO COME BACK

I WANT MY GOLD TO COME BACK

I WANT MY PEACE TO COME BACK

I WANT Y SAND TO COME BACK

YES.

I WANT MY DESERT TO COME BACK

I WANT MY FAITH TO COME BACK

I WANT EVERYTHING WHICH WAS STOLEN FROM ME TO COME BACK...

I WANT MY ASTRONOMY, THE WORD, "ZERO" TE TELESCOPE, THE ARCHITECT,

THE CALIGRAPHY, TE KNOWLEDGE, MY CUSTOMS, MY SUPERIORITY, MY DIGNITY

WHICH WAS STOLEN FROM ME BY EVERY ONE, PEOPLE WHO STOLE FROM ME, MY

PEOPLE AND THE PEOPLE WHO CAME FROM FOREIGN LANDS....

YES.

I WANT THE GOLD, THE GLRY, THE GOLDEN AGE TO COME BACK....

YES.

THE TIME WHICH  HAS PASSED, I WANT IT TO COME BACK....

MY NAME IS KHATIJA

I AM TE WIFE OF THE PROPHET

MY HUSBAND'S NAME IS MOHAMMAD

I WAT TE DIGNITY OF MY NAME, MY HUSBANDS NAME AND THE DIGNITY OF THE

PAST TO COME BACK...

BUT IT WON'T....

NO IT WON'T COME BACK

NOW THE HOUSE IS DIVIDED...

MY HOUSE, THE PROPHET'S HOUSE IS DIVIDED...

THE HOUSE DIVIDED WON'T STAND

AND THAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE  ONES WHO STOLE OUR GOLDEN AGE...

AND THAT IS A LONG STORY AND I AM SHORT OF TIME...

BUT WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING AMONGST EACH OTHER?

YOU STARTED FIGHTING EVVEN BEFORE MY HHUSBAND, THE PROPHET WAS

BURIED....

HOW CAN MY GOLDEN AGE COME BACK?

HOW CAN THE TIME PASSED COME BACK?

BUT I WANT IT

YES.

I LIKE THE TIE PASSED TO COME BACK

YES.

I WANT MY PAST TO BE MY PRESENT

YES.

I WANT MY PAST TO BE MY FUTURE

AND THATS THE SOURCE OF MY ANXIETY, MY ANGER, MY FEAR, MY TERROR...

TEY SAY THAT, "I AM A TERRORIST"

BUT THEY GOT IT ALL WRONG

I ONLY HAVE THE TERROR IN MY SOUL...

BECAUSE...

MY NAME IS KHATIJA

I AM THE PROPHET'S WIFE

I AM THE PAST

I AM THE PRESENT

I AM THE FUTURE

I WANT MY SISTER ZULEKHA TO GET BACK EVERYTHING SHE LOST

I WANT MY SISTER ZULEKHA TO BE HAPPY.  HAPPY AND PROUD

(Address Jaffer)

WHAT DO YOU SAY JAFFER?

(Jaffer stays silent)