Wednesday, June 30, 2021

"PLAYS OF BINA SHARIF. RETYPE: WORD DOCUMENT"

 

PLAYS OF BINA SHARIF

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"FIRE, EMPTY YOUR CLOSETS IF YOU WANT NO FIRE."

"KILL"

"REPUBLIC OF IQRA"

"AFGHAN WOMAN"

"DEMOCRACY IN ISLAM"

"MUSLIM GLITTER"

"MUSLIM DIALOGUE IN MIRRORS CRACKED"

"COMEDY OF TERRORS"

"MY SON, MY ONLY SON

"HAPPY HOLIDAY TALK SHOW WITH KARIMA ULLAH"

THINK OF BEN BRANTLEY AND WRITE A HAPPY PLAY

PARANOIA OF DREAMS

"MY ANCESTOR'S HOUSE"

ONE THOUSAND HOURS OF LOVE

SLEEPING WITH HORSES

RATS IN THE TUNNEL

ACCUSATION

COLONY OF ARTISTS

HELP ME JUMP OVER THE SNOW

SPICE OF BENGAL

MORE THAN MURDER

HARVARD YARD

BOB LOVES BONNIE

LOVE IS A STRANGER IN A WINDOWLESS ROOM

PERFECT MEAT LOAF

HERE COMES THE CHANGE

MONTH IN THE CAFE

DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

MISSING SCENES

DREAMLAND

WATCHMAN

IN-BETWEEN

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LES PRODUCTIONS OF SHORT WAR PLAYS

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LOWER EAST SIDE THEATER FESTIVAL

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"COME HOME FOR LUNCH"

"SORROWS OF ABU GHARIB"

ON THE EDGE OF RIVER GANGES

ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA, (UN-FINISHED)

"THIS IS HOW SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE TALK"

"RAMBLING PHILOSOPHERS"

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"UNPRODUCED PLAYS"

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"SORROW AT THE TIME OF ISIS."---------------------------------

"LOVE IS A TRAMP"

"SEVEN DIALOGUES, SEVEN MONOLOGUES IN MIRRORS CRACKED"

"LOCKDOWN BLUES"

LIFE IS A ONE ACT PLAY

A: SITUATION

B: THE JUNGLE

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VERY SHORT PLAYS

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DRAMA

CORPSE

GAME

SKETCHES AND VINIGATS

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SYBIL'S DESPAIR, (UN FINIHED)

RED LEAK, (UN FINISHED)

ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA, (UN FINISHED)

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ACTED IN OTHER PEOPLE'S PLAYS

ART BY IRENE FORNES

AT PUBLIC THEATER

INTAR

TNC

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GOODMAN THEATER:

 PLAY MAS

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LAMAMA: COLLATRAL DAMAGE WITH VENESSA REDGRAVE

LAMAMA: CHRIS TANNER

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PS 122" FIRE

SALOME, SARAH SCHULMAN

KILLER IN LOVE: SARAH SCHULMAN

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HERE THEATER: KILLER IN LOVE

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THEATER FOR THE NEW CITY

WITH SEBASTAN STUART

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THEATER FOR THE NEW CITY

WITH ROBERT PATRICK: BEAUX ARTS BALL

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"COSMO GIRL"

MANY, MANY PLACES, ALL OVER TOWN, GALLERIES, TV, WEDDINGS, CLUBS, LIMBO LOUNGE.

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LIMBO LOUNGE:

COSMO GIRL

HANDCUFFS

CHRISTMAS DELIVERY

PARK LANE HOISERY

A DAY IN WOMAN'S LIFE

ME AND MY DOG GIGI

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ABC RIO

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LOVERS

HANDCUFFS

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CAFE BUSETELLO

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AN ORDINARY WOMAN AND HER SISTERS

DIRECTED BY PATRICA  COHEN

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AFGHAN WOMAN WAS PERFORMED IN NY, ENGLAND, BRUSSELS,

TORONTO, HAWAII, PAKISTAN AND MORE THAN 20 UNIVERSITIE'S DRAMA DEPTS IN U.S.A

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HEIDELBURGH GERMANY

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WOMEN OF MODERN CIVILIZATION

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PRAGUE

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TOUCH OF THE POE BY KEVIN MARTIN

DIRECTED BY BINA SHARIF

EXCERPTS OF, COME HOME FOR LUNCH.

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INTAR: ARABAL'S, MADONNA

WOMEN'S INTERART: WOMAN TALK

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TORONTO, CANADA

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"SLEEPING WITH HORSES"

In Sheilla James play at Theaer Pas Marai

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FICTION

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SHORT STORIES

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BLACK FUR COAT

ECHO IN MY HEART

DESPERATELY SEEKING SUCCESS

MY CHEMICAL MOMMY

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FILM INTERVIEWS

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WITH MOVIE STARS and many film directors and actors

 FOR COVER MAGAZINE

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WRITING BLOG

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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS OF SINGING BIRDS: TITLE OF THE BLOG

COLLECTION OF WRITINGS SINCE 2009

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ARTSINTERNATIONAL.BLOGSPOT.COM

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THEATER CRITICISM, REVIEWS SINCE 2009

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Published two magazines

Lower levels of society

Cinemastage

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Theater company

Lower levels of society: A salon productions:

Artistic director: Bina Sharif

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Another Theater Salon

Red Curtain Theater














ACCUSATION

RATS IN THE TUNNEL

MISSING SCENES

COLONY OF ARTISTS

HERE COMES THE CHANGE

COMEDY NIGHT LIVE

SHAPE OF LOVE

PARANOIA



Thursday, June 17, 2021

"MONEY" A ONE ACT PLAY BY BINA SHARIF

 "MONEY"

A ONE ACT PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

copyright:binasharif 2021

(Takes places in Canada)

(Written after the tragic killing of a Muslim family in London Ont, Canada, while they went for a walk.)

A hate crime against Muslims.

CHARACTERS:

A &B

A:

He is amking money.

She is making money. They are all making money.

B: 

And you?

A:

What about me?

B:

Yes, you...

A:

Yes, me? What about me?

B:

Why are you not making money?

A:

Oh! Me and money? I have to think about it.

B:

You have something against making money?

A:

I don't. Actually, I did make money. I get residuals from the movies I made.

B:

So you did make money then.

A:

Yes, I did. I still get residuals.

B:

Did you make a lot of money?

A:

 Yes, Sometime 9 cents.  Some time 5 cents. It depends.

 I also get a bigger check like $ 1-29 cents once in a while.

B:

What do you do with those checks?

A:

I throw it in the garbage. There is enough clutter. already.  Lots of papers

scttered everywhere.

B:

Why don't you take it to the bank?

A:

Bank? Take a check of 9 cents to the bank and get killed for just taking a walk 

by some Islamophobe terrorist...

and then the police and the emergeny health workersn would see those checks in her dead hand...

 What would they think?

"Oh! please, this poor immigrant Muslim woman, with a check of 9 cents 

on the way to the bank gets killed because of a hate crime.

Maybe she made the killer ashamed of being such a failure in this rich country,

the one, who never took advantage of the great democratic process to make tons of money."


I think he killed her because she was not only a Muslim but a total failure...

a double embaressment in his amazing money making ambitious free country.

Maybe she should have never migrated since she had no ability to make huge amount of money.

"Our country offers one thing for sure and that is MONEY. "

The killer must have convinced himself on

 the importance of money and success.

And she died because she had nothing, absolutely nothing to show, not even one trace of success

in a powerful country like Canada.

Thus her punishment was to die in a terrorist attack, a hate crime, not only

because she was a hijab wearing Muslim immigrant but a failure as well.

A check of 9 cents and another slightly bigger one of $1-29 cents...give me a break.

Maybe she is better off dead.

And that is the reason why I never went to the bank to deposit those checks.


B: So what's your function in life and in Canada, since you don't know and never learnt

     how to make money?  Let me tell you one more time, In our capitilistic soceity,  the main

purpose of life is one,  just one and that is money,  you hear me? "Money." Everything begins

and end with money.

But maybe in your case it's a blessing in disguise that you didn't make tons of money, because

if your residul checks were huge,  you would have surely walked towards the bank and...

A:   (Interrupts her)  And get killed right?

B:  ( a little embaressed and tries to change the topic)  No,  what I was going to say was

       that why do you still pay your dues?  You still want to do movies after all that?

A:  Well that's my profession and to be an active member of SAG, (Screen actor's guild) you have to pay

      100 plus $$ every couple of months.

B:  Why don't you get out of the union?

A:  I don't want to because may be some day muslim minority won't be the most despised

      minority and it might actually become the most favorite one.  (Laughs) The fashion of the day

      changes...

      and if that happens and I am sure it will one day.  (laughs again) You know I happen

     to be the most positive hijab wearing muslim woman,  (Happy laugh) and if that happens, I will be

     at the top of the list of all the prestigious things,  awards and rewards reserved for the best artists,

     artists in many fields and I as a muslim woman artist  am a trailblazzer. I was always way ahead 

      of my time and I am still hopeful that my time will come...

    (Another laugh)

B:   (with a vicious smile) You might be killed long before that...There are lots of Islamophobs lurking

       around... why don't you remove your fucking hijab off?  You might actually become real success,        

        instead of faking to be a successful actress with a

       fundamental hijab in a modern country like ours and expect not to be killed...

A:   Hey, hey, hey.  Watch what you are saying...Who are you?  Do I know you?  I thought you were a   

        friend. What kind of

      a friend are you?  YOU WISH ME DEAD.  Maybe you are an undercover Islomophobe 

      Pretending to be a friend?  Oh! I see... You wish that an Islomophobe, a hateful person will

      kill me long before any possibility for Muslim people's lives change for better...

      Jesus Christ, I took you as a friend for so long,  so long...after all you are one of those Canadians

      who can't stand the sight of a Hijab,  sight of a muslim taking a walk in a garden,  in a park or even

      on the way to the bank...in case they had SOME  MONEY to deposit any way...

      (In a state of shock)  I need to get away from you as soon as I can and get away as far as I can...

       Your wishful thinking for my death by any means possible has absolutely shocked and stunned me.

B:    Oh! don't take it so ill.  I didn't mean that.  You might be dead by the time things change...any way.

        we are all going to die...

A:    (Still shocked, annoyed and angry) Why don't you die first?  Go ahead, drop dead. Drop dead

        of a natural death right now, heart attack or something  and I will wait for an Islomophbe to get me 

           later.


                                                          (lights fade)

                                                         BLACK OUT

                                                        END OF PLAY







LIVE LIKE SCANDENAVIANS

 LIVE LIKE SCANDENAVIANS

Polite

Sophisticated

Un-argumentative

Detached

Respectful

But nice...

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 Detach yourself from painful past...

LIVE YOUR PAST IN YOUR WRITING

AND LIVE YOUR PRESENT AS A TRANSITORY, SOCIAL,

ENJOYABLE EVENT.

Remain blind of others.

You don't see them...

If you don't see them, you won't be too concerned of something

you don't see...

Would you?

It's all your fault...

Entirely your fault...

No one else is to be blamed

Too much involvement with everyone...all riff- raff

Amazing...

F,H, ANOTHER F, A, W, M, H, K, D, S...N

PLEASE...

GIVE ME A BREAK

ONLY ONE PERSON YOU HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY DETACHED FROM IS YOURSELF.


Monday, June 14, 2021

"THESE ARE KARIMA ULLAH'S WORDS." "WHY DID YOU FORGET YOURSELF?"

 "THESE ARE KARIMA ULLAH'S WORDS."

Do not call AO

Ask Sl for R letters plus jobs in U

Diet, D-D-D

Cut out S-S-S

F**k it if not.

EBT something else

Smaller for $600

Look for the material in the blog

3People

Detach-D-D-D

Karima Ullah is my neighbor and my best friend

She has been given a residency in Upstate NY.

She speaks a special distant language...

Let H

You should too...

Uneh paghul kur chadeh...ihey...

'Do a dance piece

Lots of music

Very few words

Lots of movements

I hour long

Go home"

"Much adventure"

"Love story"

Human cruelty has no limits

They are all un-interesting

Everything is un-interseting

People are big bores

People. are un-interesting

Everyone is un-interesting"

They are a big bore.

All of them

All of them

All of them."

Uneducated

Un-sophisticated

Big, big, big bores

So much cruelty in words of fiction

So much cruelty in every day life

So much cruelty

'Force yourself into contradictions because society demands it,

and never try to find the reason, the real reason of any dispute-personal-family-business-

friends-people-strangers. Everyone should concentrate on capitalistic success. Forget everything else."  ?

"Eveything is messed up with the un-conscious and coscious, tensions, my tensions, family tensions, 

 and all other

bullshit..."  ?

"She is ugly

He is ugly

The other one is also very ugly and un-interesting.

Forget about people

All people...

Forget about them

People are of no importance to you

Forget about people

All the people

Nothing but trouble

Nothing but waste of time...

I said, forget about them

Once and for all...

Enough time spent on them

Enough time wasted on them

Enough energy spent

Enough emotions wasted

Enough tears shed

Enough money wasted

Enough love wasted

Thats the ultimate truth...

FORGET ABOUT THEM

EVERYBODY

EVERYBODY

WITHOUT A DOUBT...

Narrow your focus

Narrow your focus minutely on yourself

Fix your focus only on yourself

You are not a messiha sent from above to worry about people

They are all AHS

Why did you forget yourself?

Why did you not realize that you exist?

Do you exist?

You think not

But you do...

When you die

People, the same ugly people will know that you existed. They will say, "Oh! she died today."

That's a proof of your existence.

So before they say it...

You beter shout out loud...

I EXIST

I EXIST

I EXIST...

You must be the only one in the range of the camera

The canera actually should  be focued on you

And only on you...

STOP BEING AN XTRA

You must be the leading lady

and if you are a man, though your name is of a woman

But who knows these days..

Who is the man?

And who is the woman?

So in case you are a man...

You should be the leading alfa male

Camera of the world must be focused on you

And only on you...

You are the camera

Now focus it on yourself...

You are in a movie

The movie is being shot

The cameras are set

The acion has been delayed for a long time

The producers are upset

Lot of money is involved

Now focus your camera

It's your camers, now focus it on yourself. 

You are your own camera

Focus your camera on yourself now

Tight focus

VERY TIGHT FOCUS...

The focus of your camera has been on un-important xtras

Yes, so far the focus has been on the most un-important xtras...

You are the leading lady and the focus is on the XTRAS?

WHAT KIND OF LEADING LADY ARE YOU?

GOD GAVE YOU THE ROLE OF A LEADING LADY

AND YOU GAVE IT TO THE XTRAS?

SHAME-SHAME-SHAME

You forgot

Completely forgot

That you have the main role to play in this world

In this life

In your life

YOU COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT YOU ARE PLAYING A LEAD ROLE IN YOUR OWN LIFE...

Instead you gave the lead role to all the riff-raff

All the riff-raff are infront of your expensive camera for which you paid an enormous amount of

 money...

Some riff raff from here

Some riff raff from there

All riff-raff from everywhere

Every corner of this filthy planet's riff-raff are in your own movie

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU DARLING?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

Think of this AH

Then thinking of another AH

All the time thinking of AH'S

This one, today

This one, tomorrow

This one, yesterday...

GET RID OF ALL THE ASS HOLES FROM YOUR MOVIE

IT STINKS

Develop instances of detachment

From all this

From all low lives...

This is what you get by getting involved with low lives

'LOW LIVES

GET AWAY

GET AWAY

GET AWAY...

You get too involved with low lives

WHY?

WHY?

WHY?

YOU NEED THERAPY GIRL

THERAPY

THERAPY

THERAPY

Find a good therapist

I know of one

In the neighborhood...

Doing a residency in the neighborhood...

Call her...

But don't talk about nitty gritty silly stuff...

Tell the therapist that you are the leading lady of your own movie

BUT YOU FORGOT THAT YOU WERE THE LEADING LADY.

Silly, meaningless shit...surrounded you for so long , for so long,

YOU FORGOT THAT YOU HAVE THE ROLE OF

 THE LEADING LADY...

AND YOU ARE THE PRODUCER/DIRECTOR OF THE MOVIE AND YOU BOUGHT

ALL THE EQUIPMENT AND PUT MEANINGLESS LOW LIVES IN-FRONT OF THAT

 EXPENSIVE MINOLTA...

TEll ME WHY THE HELL DID YOU FORGET YOURSELF?

I am going to call the resident therapist to help you finally

Yes, the therapist who got a residency in your head..

FIRE EVERYONE FROM YOUR OWN MOVIE...

FOCUS THE CAMERA ON YOUR SELF

HAVE A GLASS OF COOL SANCERE

AND ENJOY BEING THE DARLING OF YOUR OWN CAMERA

DID YOU HEAR ME?

DID YOU HEAR ME?

DID YOU HEAR ME?

OH! YOU DOZED OFF...

YOU ARE FULL OF SHIT

YOU DOZED OFF?

LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN DOZZING OFF ALL YOUR LIFE...

THERE IS STILL TIME

WAKE UP...

LET'S END THIS MOVIE ON A POSITIVE NOTE...

WAKE UP...

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MAKE SOME CHANGES IN YOUR LIFE STYLE KARIMA ULLAH

Don't waste your god given gifts.

You have been to the bottom of the valley

Now try to come up...

To come out of the hole, stop digging any further...

I don't care and neither does any one else...

Time has passed...

It's not in my control

Neither was in your control in the past.

It never was...

And I can't regret what has already happened

It was the result of many other factors beside me and you...

It can't be all me, and all you all the time...

All the troubles and failures can't be all your fault...

Whatever happened can't be all because of me or you...

Can it be?

No, not possible.

Family?

Me?

Others?

Me?

Bad, bad, bad, advisors...

Bad, bad, bad experts...(So called experts judging your existence)

Me?

People?

Me?

Strangers?

Me?

Friends? 

Me?

Relationships??

Me?

Apartment?

Me?

Everything is because of me?

Everything is because of you Karima?

All my fault

lt's your fault?

Is that possible?

They say, "Yes"

It's possible...

UNBELIEVABLE...I SAY...

"ME" "YOU"

Need a break..."ME" need a break

"YOU" need a break..

From all the blames

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Let's go to Karakram highway...

From Pakistan to china...

From Abbotabad in Pakistan to Kashgar in China...8oo.ooo miles..

Determination is all...

To shape and contain most obstacles...

Riff-Raff is there not to hinder but to enhance yor existence...

It's you, yoursef who is there to hinder. 

Riff- Raff is not part of the day,

Or your evening..

Accomplish everything you want to accomplish independently and freely...

beside all that...

In the evenings go to the theater...YES, THEATER...THAT'S YOUR FRIEND, ONLY FRIEND.

Make theater your companion

When not going to the theater...

 Because of pain in  your knee, pain in your left foot, pain in your right shoulder...

 Stay in, have great dinner, watch a movie...

Everything is a game

It's upto you to play it right.

It's always up to you...

It's always upto you to achieve...

No one gives any one anything if they can help it...

Only you,

Only you,

Only you, yourself is the leader of your own destiny

The incharge of your own destiny

In total control of your own destiny

And destiny will do it's own share

And that is the only thing beyond your control...

I am not with any one

I am always alone

I am only with my own destiny...

Destiny is un-seen

Otherwise I am always alone by myself...

Evenings are nice

I am with him

And we have a nice meal

That's nice...

Isn't it?

Yes...

That's nice

Very nice

It's all because of my destiny...

That I end up having a nice meal with him...

Your destiny can make you love yourself as well.

Your destiny is begging you to appreciate and love your talent...

Not every one has that.

They might have a lot of things

But your destiny gave you special things...

Talent and imagination...

And you dare waste it?

Waste it on riff-raff...

Beware of destiny...

It can take everything away...

Beware...

And be gracious...














"DISTANT PARTS OF MYSELF."

 "DISTANT PARTS OF MYSELF."

"I crave to hide from everything and everybody."

"I have been hurt."

'I thought that others have hurt me."

'But I have realized that I have been hurt because of myself."

"I have hurt myself."

'I have hurt my self by loving them."

"They didn't love me."

'They weren't just selfish."

'They didn't love me."

Simple as all that...

I used to think how could they be so mean if they loved me?

But now I do know...

They wern't selfish...

Not selfish at all...

They just didn't love me."

'Loveing someone isn't that easy...

People like easy things...

Loveing some one is torturous sometime...

People stay away from torture...

Love is so time consuming

People like to spend time on making money

There is nothing wrong with making money

But it shouldn't be at the expense of love

But it has to be...

Time spent loving someone can not make dollars

Loving some one costs dollars...

Who wants to lose dollars for the sake of love?

You don't live in te world of love anymore...

You live in the world of money...

"Money". "Lots of money" "Lots and lots of money is needed to be rich,

To be important for the other rich...mansions and boats...and paintings...

What are you without dollars?

And what are you without love?

Very rich, you are very, very rich without love,  especially loving someone...you lose not only money,

 you lose your heart....

You saved a lot of time to make dollars which made you so rich, so rich and respectable with your heart

 solidly in place...

Would you have love or admiration of the others? Other rich people's admiration?

What are you without other rich people's admiration?

Love? What is love? An old fashion emotion...




Sunday, June 6, 2021

TELLER OF STORIES, LONG AND SHORT

 TELLER OF STORIES, LONG AND SHORT

Vignette's, Observations, reflections

Vignett'es, observations, Reflections on Karima Ullah's days and nights.

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"Karima Ullah has emotional problems

They are destroying her sensitivity.  Sensitivity is one thing,

But when it becomes being stuck in everyone's pain, becomes a huge problem.

Very unhealthy for herself, very sad, because it has affected Karima's life.

She has become financially, physically and emotionally exhausted and can't function any more."  BS

From this moment on...yes, from this moment on...

Things have to change.

Change for better, healthier, not so time consuming because of regrets of the past...

Wasteful emotions....

Time has to be reserved for Karima's positive and constructive emotions,

Karima's well being,

Karima's finance,

Karima's benefit,

Karima's time.

Karima's time have to be Karima's time,

From this moment on...

From this moment on...

From this moment on...

Karima's time have to be for Karima only and no one else...."   BS

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"Empathy is a good thing

Connection with others is a good thing

Feelings for others is a good thing

Sharing and compassion is a great thing

But Karima gets too involved,  gets stuck

In other people's pain, in their trauma,

In other people's misfortunes...

It's a good thing...

It's very good thing...

But no one is around when she need to share her emotional difficulty.

Or share feelings of sadness or loneliness...

And that lack of concern from others make her much lonelier than she was to begin with...

How should she tackle all that?

Should she become unconcerned about others?

Should she become selfish?

Should she become less sensitive?

Should she never care for anything else but herself?

What should she do to not get stuck in other people's pain and suffering?

And still feel their pain somehow...

Therapy perhaps...

Less emotions...

Thick skinned...

Yes, That's the word Western people use a lot...

It's a healthy word..."Thick" 'Skinned"

But she is from the East...

Born with different values

Different emotional depth...

Different traumas...

Different extended family system and culture...

Very difficult adjustment in the West...

Extremely difficult...

How long Karima has been in the West?

Almost four decades...

Too late...too late...sadly too late...

Damage has been done...       BS

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"The complexity of things

Things within things...

Just seem to be endless

"Nothing is easy,

Nothing is simple"       Alice Munro

"Stories which move back and forth in time

Move back and forth between reality and memory,

"Opening out magically to disclose that long panoramic vistas in these people's lives

Homely details of their day to day routines, the dull coping with food and houses that can

take up so much of their time."     Kakatuni

"Munro's stories possess an emotional amplitude amd a psychological density."  Kakatuni

"Music of domestic life." ?

"Drowning in her own talent of various kind."   ?

"Never worry about the band playing in the other room

Because you are the band".  Quentin Crisp

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"Pulled between conflicting imperatives, between rootlessness and escape.

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Domesticity and freedom, between tendencies to familial responsibilities

Or following the urgent promptings of their own hearts."     Kakatuni

"From any decision one takes-the other decision not taken- always pulling you towards it."  BS ?

"I crave to hide from anything and any body.

I actually always wanted to be anonymous. While you travel, while you are doing a lot of things

which interests you and still no one knows you and no one notices you for good or bad-then you

are truely anonymous. I love that."    BS

"Distant parts of myself"  ?

"Passion is the magnet or the motor which drives women's choices."   Kakatuni

"Re -imagining the past-in order to manufacture an identity or mythologize one's family." Kakatuni

" Why won't you come to me?

And...

Why would I come to you?

Give me one good reason."

"Surrounded by strange strangers

They give un-pleasant looks.

Need to stay away...

They just take my energy and enthusiasm away

And make me angry, bitter and forlon."     BS

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"There is certain silence and slowness that the god of efficency

and hyperconnectedness will not tolerate."  Roger Cohen

"Double nature of everything in life."     ?

"The thrill of the un-expected is lost."   ?

"Simplicity lost and the possibility of undistracted existence" ?

"Reading a serious book in a cafe like the old times has become a great problem.

Loud music, people constantly talking loud on their phones while their ears are plugged in,

They can't hear themselves and thus are extremely loud and rude. It really disturbs me.

Distract me from my reading, takes my energy away.  Some others, constantly texting in my presence

which somehow irritates my nerves.  Their fingers always in motion bother me a great deal. I just come

 to the cafe to read like the old times. I don't want to be annoyed or bothered by their full time digital

Business but I can't help it. It literarly gives me a headache.  I have been trying to read this small book

for days and I after a long time of looking at my open book I see that I am on the same page...

I have so many books to read.  I have so many books.  I need to read them.  At home, if I can call it a

 home, I feel domestic so I go out to cafe's but it's the same story everywhere.  Those days are over when

 one went to a cafe to sit quietly and read an important book and have a nice, hot cup of coffee.

Now the owners still call their places, "cafe's" so more European oriented people can come but then they

 shove their menues up your face and want you to eat with loud music like you are in a disco and people

 telling us their private life stories loud and clear on their phones...I have not finished one book in any of

 these cafe's in Manhattan but I have gained a lot of weight because I have to eat there even if they are

 not called, "Restaurants" For me the meaning of a cafe is to have coffee and read your book.  But I

 guess I belong to the old, quiet days when one used to spend time learning and doing something

 important and reflecting. It's just noise now. Noise and food.

I simply can't take it any more. I go home flustered.

I need quiet, slowness, stillness.  That's what I need and I am being deprived of my essentials

Quiet, slowness, stillness,  especially when I am reading.

Now I have stopped going to cafe's.

But I am a reader and I am not reading.

I need coffee and a book

I can't read in a liberary

But I am not that serious a person.

I need a bit more excitement to excite myself.

Not in the apt

Always something to do

Dishes and things like that.

I need to have concentration when I read.

I can't have people talking loudly on their phones

Now I stay home more than ever...

So now out of necassity I am completely isolated.

I still like people

I like to at least look at them even if they don't talk to me

They like their phones better.

I still would like people and their company if they would leave their tortorous instruments home.

Then we could say, hi, my name is...

Start a conversation and then talk about the book, I had been reading...

Perhaps then they could learn something about, "Notes from underground" by Dostevsky

but alas! no one is interested. Why can't we just sit and talk and listen to each other any more?

Why can't we discuss great books with each other? 

My great collection of books need a dialogue...

Is someone out there for that?"   BS

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"FUTURE ONE WOMAN SHOWS."

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"SUCCESSFUL PLAYS.

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PLAYS WHICH MAKE MONEY

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SECRET OF COMMERCE."

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Page after page I find nothing substantial in those kinds of scripts,

which make tons of money...

This is how it goes...

SCRIPT:

Hi,

Hi,

Where?

When?

Me-

Me?

No-

No?

Yes, no

Me?

Yes,

You-

You too...

How?

Why?

Where?

And it goes on and on

120 pages sometime

Full length play...

Who is going to produce plays full of speeches?

Speeches called monologues?

A movie star once in a while pick up a monologue from a famous, (Tony winner)

playwright and does a one man show at,  National Theater in London...

Everyone raves about it...

Otherwise the scripts are full of, Me?

You?

Where are we going?

To my bed room...

Aquick sex scene on the very first moment they meet...

Ect, ect, ect...

An unknown playwright with long monolgues will stay un-known unless he/she

is the son/daughter of a movie star...

Actors who act in those meaningless , "You and Me scripts of 120 pages are so un-intersting

without any kind of charm, personality or any stage presence.

This play which is being talked about, "A so called hit on broadway" is going to be very boring.

I am sure of that. After spending $200 and be totally bored?

Might as well stay at your couch and think of your boring life and save $200

I am not going to see it.

They are all gathering at the bar of a fancy restaurant...so it must be the play by the owner of the bar...

They are in all kinds of businesses,  show business,  food business,  fashion business,

theater business. It doesn't stop. Success is a poisonous snake...keep going with it's gaping

mouth to bite everyone. Producers, publishers, critics got the poison of the snake in them...

They are dangerous. Want to write? Be free to write your long speeches. Forget about productions

or publishing or opening night parties. Do you want the snake to bite you?

No way.

I am terrified of the snakes.

Then keep writing...

Write whatever you want to write

Writing doesn't cost any money...

Eating does...

When you make lot of money

You eat a lot.

Stop eating

You are too fat

Lose weight

Write on empty stomach.

Hungry stomach is more creative...

There is no burden on it

No burden of the food

No burden of the snake.

Be lean and healthy

And create long, long, ever lasting monologues which no one can read or recite

except you...

YOU HAVE SO MANY ONE WOMAN SHOWS TO DO.






 

Friday, June 4, 2021

WHAT TORTURE, A SHORT PLAY, :LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER."

"BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK"

A ONE ACT PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

Copyright:binasharif:2021

CHARACTERS: 

A  AND B:  (Two friends who have an ambigous relationship.)

TIME:  PRESENT

PLACE:  MANHATTAN


A:  WHAT TORTURE I WENT THROUGH.

 B: LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER

                                                                                   A: "I DON'T HAVE ANY."

                                                                             B: "YOU DON'T HAVE A LIPSTICK?   

                                                                                                            "GO, GET ONE."

                                                                                  A:  "THUNDERSORM IS RAGING OUTSIDE."

                                                                                    B:  "WHEN THUNDERSTORM STOPS, GO GET

                                                                                A BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK. THATS THE  

                                                                                                   ANSWER.

                                                                    LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER TO ALL YOUR TORTURE.

                                                                    A:  I HAVE TORTURE OF THE SOUL.

                                                                       B:   YOU HAVE TORTURE OF THE SOUL?

                                                                         A:  "YES."

                                                                         B:  "WHY?"                                                                             

A:  I don't know....

Got stuck with some difficult dialogue.

Got disturbed.

Dark memories...

Remembrance of dark memories...

Unhappy thoughts...

TIRED.

EXHAUSTED ACTUALLY.

FORGOT THE ORDER OF THINGS.

ORDER OF CREATIVITY.

SO SCARED...

B: WHY?

A:  ALWAYS SCARED...

PANIC...

B:  ABOUT LOSING THING?

A:  NO, NOT LOSING THINGS...

BUT LOSING POSTS, WRITING,

FEAR OF TECHNOLOGY

PUSHING THE WRONG BUTTON

DELETE BUTTON..

B:  CAN'T YOU SEE THE DELETE BUTTON?

 A: I DO,  BUT SOME TIMES LOSING WRITING

WITHOUT THE DELETE BUTTON.

A NIGHTMARE.

FOGGY MIND

SLEEPLESS NIGHT

LIGHT HEADED WITH PAIN

SO MUCH PAIN

PAIN AND SORROW

SADNESS

B:  BECAUSE OF LOSING THINGS?

A:  BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING

B:  LOVE?

A:   LACK OF LOVE...

B:   LOVE OF YOURSELF?

   A:  THAT'S IT

LACK OF LOVE...

LOVE OF SELF...

LIFE PASSING BY...

B:  FORGET ABOUT TECHNOLOGY

LOSE ALL POSTS...

LOSE ALL WRITING...

WHAT'S THE POINT?

WHAT'S THE USE?

WHAT'S THE USE?

WHAT'S THE USE?

  B:  SUN HAS COME OUT...

  A:  YOU MEAN THAT THUNDERSTORM IS OVER?

 B:   OVER, YES IT'S OVER.

GO OUT...

WEAR SOME LIPSTICK AND GO OUT...

LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER...

GO OUT.

SUN CAME OUT

 A;  WOULD THE THUNDERSTORM COME BACK?

   B:  YES, IT WILL, YES, IT WILL...

 IF YOU WAIT FOR IT...

A:  AND IF I DON'T?

  B:  IT WILL STILL COME BACK,

THE THUNDER,

THE STORM,

TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SUN

GO OUT...

WHERE IS YOUR LIPSTICK?

  A:  OH! I DON'T HAVE ANY

  B:  YOU DON'T HAVE A LIPSTICK?

YOU CAN'T CHEER UP...

 A:  I WILL GET ONE

B:   WHEN?

 A:   WHEN I GO OUT

B:   HURRY

THE CLOUDS ARE COMING BACK...THUNDER WILL STRIKE YOU AND YOU WILL BE NO

 MORE....

A:  DON'T SAY THAT.

B:  HURRY UP THEN.  BUY A BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK BEFORE THE STORM COME BACK

AND TRUST ME IT WILL COME BACK...

YOU KNOW ,WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS?

A: WHAT IS MY PROBLEM/

B: YOU DELAY THINGS... TIME IS IN A HURRY,  LIVE LIKE THE TIME, HURRY...

A: Ok, GOOD ADVICE...I MUST HURRY TO GET THE BRIGHT RED LIPSTIC TO GET RID OF

THE TORTURE WHICH HAUNTS ME. ARE YOU SURE THAT THE RED LIPSTICK IS THE

 ANWER?

A: YES, THE ONLY ANSWER. HURRY, THE STORM IS RUSHING ABOUT. RUN, RUN FAST,

 EVEN IF YOU BREAK ALL YOUR BONES...

(B, get's her coat an rushes toward the door but alas)

(Loud sound of thunderstorm...starts to rain. it pours, lightning and thunder sounds... lights begin to fade to dark)

                                                                  BLACK OUT

                                                                 END OF PLAY