ZULEKHA AND KHATIJA'S HOUSE DIVIDED
A PERFORMANCE NOVELLA
IN FOUR SEGMENTS
IST SEGMENT:
ZULEKHA AND KHATIJA: TWIN SISTERS BORN CENTURIES APART IN DIFFERENT LANDS.
2ND SEGMENT:
IBSA (IN BABYLON SOULS ALONE)
3RD SEGMENT
INJSA (IN NEW JERSY SOULS ALONE) TWIN SISTERS BORN ENTURIES APART IN DIFFERENT LANDS
FOURTH SEGMENT
JAFFER; A SPINLESS MAN AFRAID TO EXPRESS ANY OPINION IN CASE HE OFFENDS
THE POWERFUL, SO HE STAYS INVISIBLE...
IBSA: (In babylon souls alone AND INSA: (In NJ souls alone.
SOMEHOW?
What is the meaning of this vague word,
SOMEHOW?
Things have to happen somehow...
Somehow they got to Babylon
And left you in NJ
Wasn't that your town once?
No, it was my sister's...my sister Ibsa was born in Babylon
I was born in NJ
Babylon belonged to my sister
What belongs to your sister, belongs to you...
Babylon was yours
Now it's not...
Go and claim it
How?
Somehow, I don't know...tell them to get the hell out...
But they will tell me to get the hell out of NJ
So get the hell out of NJ, no big deal
Where do I go?
Go to Babylon
They won't let me in
Tell them you were born there
No, it was my sister Ibsa. Ibsa is Babylon but not of Babylon at the same time.
She lives at an ancient cemetry...where the insects crawl all over the graves but
at least she has company. The ancient insects are more loyal then the modern people.
Listen Injsa, forget about sad things. Forget about sad places. Go back to NY.
Isn't NY the place where happy people live? Happy because it's the city where everyone gets
awards? By the way did you get your Obie?
INJSA: Oh! Ibsa, for Centuries old person, you have a great memory.
When you lived in NY you talked about it for 30 years. Did you get it?
INJSA: Oh! they decided to give it to me last year but then the village voice lost its business
IBSA: What's village voice?
INJSA: It was a news paper. A free news paper...
IBSA: A news paper gave an award?
INJSA: Yes...
IBSA: Whyied about getting an award, an award with a lousy name from a free news paper the hell
you were so worried about getting an award with a lousy name from a free news paper? A paper
which couldn't even sustain its own business...
INJSA: Oh! every one was getting it, so I didn't want to be excluded...
IBSA: Injsa, if you are going to have pain of exclusion, have the pain of exclusion from Babylon...
I have no place here either, only the cemetries. I walk around all night looking at the headstones of
my great, great, great ancestors. I can't move outside of the cemetry, there are guns there...guns and
bombs....and dead people...Babylon is nothing but darkness now, but not for the armies who came
here, they put neon lights and drink their beer...You want to have pain sweetheart, have pain for your
graveyards...You say you perished in Manhattan...you are afraid to go back...maybe you are right.
Maybe you did perish.. does anyone see you? does any one know you? You are invisible in NJ as
well.
Yoiu are not there either. Maybe you are in Babylon...No one see you. No one sees me either.
We are as ancient as our graves, as invisible as Babylon. Maybe You are Babylon.
Please do not scare me with your story. I don't want to know your story. I do not want to hear your
story.
Your story sounds familiar. It scares me to death. How many times you want me to die?
I am not interested.
Go write a happy story
If you can
With a happy ending
Then com back
And then perhaps I will look at it
And make sure there is an angle to the story
The angle to make money
You are in 21st Century
And you are writing about 3BC
Not interested....
And that how it goes and goes
In IBSA'S mind
In INJSA'S mind
Two twin sister's minds
It goes and goes
It gets around and around and Centuries keep passing...
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
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