TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

What is memory?

My memory or the memory of the ones I love?

Its always different isn't it?

People always say, "NO, NO, thats not how it happened"

Or they say, "No, no, thats not how I remember it"

So thats what memory is...

What ever you remember about an incident, occasion, news, love, a meeting, good news, bad news,

Every one's sensory strength, capacity to remember, to put the thread through is different

Memory is a strong thread going through the flowers of many many colors which eventually becomes

a garland...

A memory is a garland used for weddings and funerals.

Flowers are mostly of the same colors...

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

Up at 9

Tea

Cereal

A piece of toast with cheese

Looked at the London Guardian

An article about Kevin Spacey

Twenty complaints against him at the Old Vic's web site

Al-Franken is another sexual harasser in the news

What a liberated bunch

Their party is also liberated and is their P for Penis
their
Their P can't stay hidden

They should have metal and chains around it to keep it inside ther pants

They are all for women rights

Amazing

They wear METOO buttons at the award ceremones

Maybe their METOO means, "I am also a sexual harrasser?

Then I walked a bit inside the apt

Took the devilish medicine

I have been sick

sick...

For a while

Very sick actually

Yes, I have been sick

Or I must be sick these days

Otherwise who takes devilish medicines?

I don't really remeber

My memory is at fault now

Thats why I write a letter to my memory

Its not actually a letter

Its just what I did during the day while I am confined

I send it to my memory in case the memory has forgotten what I did every day

For so many days of confinement

Or in case I forget what I did during the day every day

While I was sick

Very sick

When no one visited...

Not really true

Two nice ladies visited and brought some fruit

That was nice

But I am still sick

But no one visits now

New York is a busy place

And people who live in NY are also very busy

What month is it?

August?
No, Sept?

No, Oct?

No, November?

No, December

I remember people celebrating Christmas

Christmas is in December, right?

I think so

And then comes the new year

What did I do on new year eve/

I think I was in the hospital

I don't really remember but food was very very bad so it must be the hospital..

After th move
 medicine I went downstairs and took a shower

So I must not be very ill at that time when I could take a shower by myself

Serious sickness must have come after that

Because I remember...

 that I was eventually bed ridden and couldn't move

So couldn't have taken a shower by myself

Actually I remember that I couldn't even stand...

I ask my memory all kinds of questions

But it also doesn't remeber much...

Thats why we have to w

rite everything down before we forget to post it...

 and post it in the mail to an address

If we remember the address or even remember

But no one posts any letter these days

Only emails...

Sad

Isn't it?

Letter one can read eventually

But the emails are all deleted

Its like our memory which gets deleted

Just like the emails...

Can't find anything any more

Neither the emails, the letters never written nor the remembrance of time past...

 But I digress

I was just recounting the events of the day

Wasn't I?

I was talking about taking a shower

Took a long time getting dressed

No proper clothes for the weather

There are so many clothes lying around

But no right clothes for the season

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES

 TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

:What you see or seem

Is nothing but a dream

Within a dream....Edgar Allen Poe

:Who are you waiting for?"

"No one, just sitting"

"You are always sitting"

"And why not?"

"You will get fat"

"I am already fat"

"You will get fatter"

estioned by you. "So what?  I love fat.  Its so comfortable.  So is sitting. I love sitting.  I am always going to sit.

Just sit and sit and sit and bother you.  No matter what I do you are always bothered by it.

Why don't you just disappear?  Go away and never come back.  I do not want to see you ever

I don't want to be questioned by you.  Its not a court, I am not a criminal and you are not a prosecutor.

Go away...

Always questioning me...

You are toxic and I am going to get rid of all toxic elements and toxic people.  You especially."

I am cleaning up...Doctors recently told me that toxic is far too toxic for me.

2018 is going to be my healthy year."

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

While I am asleep

While I am awake

Someone sends a letter to my memory

I have no Idea who that person is....

I do want to know

But I am always sleeping

I am sleeping while I am awake also

I am always dreaming

Dreaming while I am awake

Dreaming while I am awake...

I think its my dreams which sends messages

to my memory

My memory gathers so many messages

I don't have a moment to gothrough them

Because I am always asleep...

While awake

My head is asleep...

Head has given up

Too many memories

Far too many

Head hurts

Head complains all the time

"I hurt"

The head says

'You are hurting me."

The head complains

'Stop thinking"

'Stop dreaming"

"Stop sleeping"

"Stop remembering"

'Just stop"

AN HOUR OF FUN WITH KARIMA ULLAH

AN HOUR OF FUN WITH KARIMA ULLAH
(AHOFWKU)

A NEW ONE WOMAN PLAY/SATIRE
BY
 BINA SHARIF

CHARACTER;
KARIMA ULLAH, (A CULTURAL SATIRIST)

AN HOUR OF FUN WITH KARIMA ULLAH IS A SATIRE BASED ON THE
GLOBAL CURRENT EVENTS OF ALL SORTS, CULTURAL,  POLITICAL, SOCIAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL, PHILOSOPHICAL.

 THE PLAY WILL BE UPDATED CONSTANTLY AS THE EVERMORE LASTING  AND DISAPPEARING EVENTS AND NEWS KEEP HAPPENING....

KARIMA ULLAH:

Amazing! Harvey weinstein wants slim, young and beautiful women
to watch him take a shower.  If he was only a bit slimmer then perhaps the
young and aspiring actress will be thrilled by the double prize of getting a part in his movie plus
watching a dazzling, handsome figure of a sexy man over breakfast in a luxurious hotel.
He also want the young and the sexy ladies to choose his wardrobe of the day.  I WONDER WHAT KIND OF EXCITEMENT IS IN THAT?

HIS WIFE SHOULD SELECT THE WARDROBE AND THE ASPIRING ACTRESS SHOULD WACH HIM SHOWER.  Then those offended actress settle for money.
The Manhattan district attorney after hearing the complaints about sexual harasement against Harvey by an Italian actress/model decides not to press charge and the actress/model also takes money and then shut up...

So what are the news trying to tell us?

Is it bad to harass or is it bad to take money and then shut up?

Or is it good to harass and then pay the money to shut them up.

Why is this news being reported ?

What's the result of this news?

Harvey is a sexual harasser but he is sorry.  I guess thats it.  Thats the news guys, thats the news.

Harvey also is a humanitarian and arranges women marches for their rights.

Remember Weiner?

Remember Bill Cosby?

The Las Vagas mass murder:  Investigators are desperate to find a motive for his killing spree.

He is a killer guys.  He is a killer.  His motive was to kill.  Thats the motive.  Ok?

Hijabi monologues:  A show about Hijabi monologues at the Bush theater in London.

How boring, how boring.  Hijab, hijab, hijab.  What else do you want to know?  Its a fucking scarf which covers the woman's head.  OK?  Get over it guys, get over it.  BORING OLD NEWS...
SIXTEEN YEAR OLD NEWS.  HIJAB..PLEASE.  GO WEAR A HIJAB YOURSELF
Oh! you want to know the motive of wearing a hijab?  Go figure....

TRUMP:  Arn't you exhausted Rachel ?  Arn't you exhausted Chris?

Arn't you exhausted O'Donnel?

 Arn't you exhusted Chris Mathew?

Arn't you exhausted NYT? /

Take a rest.  You are giving me a headache.  I need to rest as well.  Between Hijab and MSNBC

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. nO TV FOR YOU MISS, NO NYT FOR YOU MISS.

DO THE LAUNDRY.  WASH YOUR HAIR.  YOU ARE NOT INTELLECTUAL ENOUGH LIKE THE PEOPLE ON NEWS HOUR............WHAT'S YOUR MOTIVE TO WATCH ALL THESE NEWS?

My motive/

Let me tell you guys.

My motive is to talk about all the things people already know...

like all the lazy actors/comedians/performance artists who can not create a real character

but still call themselves, playwrights/actors/performers

All the lazy people, all the least talented people who repeat what they heard or watched

and get ahead....

Lets get ahead...

Oh! another murder?

Oh! this time is a terrorist.  The last killer was mentally ill.  This one is a terrorist.
He said, Allah ho Akbar before he pulled the triger.  The last one?  Oh! we don't know the motive...
Mental illness maybe?  But we are not sure...

TRUMP; again?

No way...Did he call some one a moron or some one else called him a moron?

What's the motive?

REMEMBRANCE OF A DREAM

REMEMBRANCE OF A DREAM

We were couple of people

Gathered to do some kind of work

Presentation of our individual work

We were performers of some kind

Artists?

Writers?

Visual artists?

But some how involved in the arts...

It seemed like a residency...

Though in my real life

I never go to a residency

I am neither invited nor do I try...

But since it was a dream...

I am there also amongst other so called, "Artists"

What a romantic word

'Artists"

It should be called, "beggars"

'Beggars begging"

Begging for something...

Always begging...

Begging for recognition...

With recognition comes the money

So I guess recognition from some experts is te most Important

But in the dream I must have been somebody to be at the residency...

Or maybe it wasn't a residency at all...

But there was a group and I was part of it.

It seemed like the, "Residency" was over

and we were packing up to leave...

Every one seemed like in every one's way

Some kind of urgency...

I wasn't packed at all...

The entrance to my small room was kind of blocked

A huge motor cycle was at the entrance of my room and it was hard to get inside

I knew I had to get my script together...

I had a script?

I must be a writer of some kind...

Oh1 gee what an honor..

To be a writer and to be at a residency...

Only in your dreams guys...only in your dreams...

So I had to get the pages, which were all scattered on the table

in some kind of order

But there were no page numbers on them

So I just gathered all of them and stuffed them in my carry on...

Now I am out side the room

And trying to get some breakfast...

I see three women already at the breakfast table...

Oh! I say to myself, "OH! they are so together...they have already packed, ready to go"

They must be some bodies, more important somebodies than me....

Thats the whole point of being in the Western civilization

The importance of oneself as a ."Somebody"

If you are a ,"Nobody" then for sure you are a ,"Nobody"

All the people on tv especially on CNN and MSNBC are somebodies

know it all somebodies...

Trashing Trump every fraction of a second...

They know it all.
They are like Shakespeare...

They have knowledge of everything living and breathing and everything dead and gone

They have knowledge of hidden things and the things which are naked

THEY KNOW ABOUT THE BIRDS, THE BEES, THE FRUIT, THE LEAVES, THE SPICES

about the science, politics, espionage, collusion, law, psychology, food, fashion, travel, history,

wars, peace...

No not about PEACE...Only wars and they know about the good and evil

Oh! for sure they know about evil...

Evil is always lurking around their shores...

They are such nationalists, worried, always worried. huffing and puffing...

Some times it seems like they are spitting at me across the tv screen...

I get splashes of split from Chris Mathewe of hard ball and Rachel Meadow

Oh! she is something else...

She is the real expert of animation...

If you turn the sound down, its a great show of arms and hands and facial gestures moving in a

thousand contortions....

Wow, I say...

They must hate Trump...

Understatement of the year...

They should have been  part of the,"artists residency" in my dream.

They seem like the best and the most passionate and dedicated artists...

They are persistent....

And thats a great artist...

In my artists residency I don't even have pages numbered and now can't even get some breakfast

The other ladies from the group are already eating avocado toast with poached eggs on top...

They all eat healthy food to live long enough to get to another residency...

I can't believe that I was also there with all those some bodies....

It had to be a dream.

Yes, I do digress a lot.

Yes, it was a dream.

I am not part of a summer residency

Nor a part of a winter residency...

I am Muslim...

I am not a part of a residency ever...

Muslims are the most hated people on this planet right now.

Even Saudi Arabia has abandoned them.

Now for sure Muslims have no hope

As if they had any hope before...

What a joke

Its a sad joke...a sad joke...

Thats a great title for the next residency..., "A SAD JOKE"

I love titles...

I should make a whole play about titles...

And the main title of the book would be, "A SAD JOKE."

"MUSLIMS! A SAD JOKE"  Thats much better...much much better...

The most sad thing about me is that I am a Muslim in my dream as well as i my real life...

Being hated in my sleep and while I am awake.

Amazing, I am also a, "SOMEBODY"

hats why I was at the residency...

Oh! yes, I was there because I was a Muslim...wow...thats just great...

Now lets get back to the dream...

Women have just finished their breafast and I though I am not finished packing

I sit down too...

'Hi, avocado toast with lightly poached egg on the top please."

I am trying to order

'No more avocado toast."

The waitress tells me not so very politely...

'Oh! no avocado toast?"  I am still trying to be polite... I am Muslim afterall, I have no other choice

But to be polite to all the ass holes who I encounter day and night...

:OH! so how was the terrorism in your country you just visited."

They constantly ask me...

'No terrorism...not anything I encountered."

I tell them politely

'Oh! you are lying."

'No I didn't encounter nothing but since you seem to know more than me...you must have been there

yourself."  I say a bit sarcastically...

"God forbid if I ever visit that part of the world."

They say and walk away...

'I wish I didn't visit this part of the world."  I say in my dream silently

while I still want some breakfast.

'What is still available for breakfast?"

I ask the waitress...

"there are some donuts."

"You want me to eat donuts...look at me...everything is bulging out of my dress.

All those ladies you served the avocado tast to were thin like a pencil and you are offering me a

donut?"

I left the table cursing myself...

"Why the fuck did I came to the Western Civilization?

This question I ask with every breath I take recently...

I am banned from avocado toast...thats for sure...

Fuck it...let me go pack...they are taking us back to the city soon...

Then all of a sudden, instead of a car pulling up in the driveway of this residency building

a whole train, i mean a railway train comes full speed...

Oh! my god. oh! my god..how could a whole railway train enter this driveway?

Are we going back in this train?

I can't get back to the room to get my carry on...

The train has blocked the whole entrance ....

My un-numbered pages of my hand written script is in there too...

No other copy...

No, no other copy...

NO PDF FILE ANY WHERE....

I am so devastated...

I am always devastated...

Not ready...never ready,,,

Not like those ladies who were ready for their healthy toast...

If you are not ready, you are not going to get that toast.

Then I woke up.

I was starving...

I should go to Balthazar and have an avocado toast...

I said to myself

It costs $28 plus tax and tip....

Well...well...

I will think about it tomorrow...

Afterall tomorrow is another day.

REMEMBRANCE OF A DREAM CONTINUES

REMEMBRANCE OF A DREAM

The moment I get up and get to the bathroom the dream starts to fade

I used to remember it a little longer

I know I dreamt a long unsettling dream rather dreams

Just a little part of it is in the memory still...

Much happened before this and then there was a small dark room

I bent down to pick something and all of a sudden...

A frighteningly black ferocious cat or something like that

Clawed in my backside ...

And I screamed with horror...
Screamed and screamed, mentioned some one's name to come and rescue me from their cat

Or whatever it was on my back...

I think I mentioned a woman's name in my dream...

The cat belonged to a woman I assume...

Women are catty...

I know that...

My experience with most of them is not so pleasant.

They pry on things

Matters such as your age, your weight, your birth certificate, your illness if you have any

They would like you to have some....

Your husband, if you have one...

They are not happy if you do and not happy if you don't...

Women are mostly not happy...

I understand that

They have to first of all fight for their rights all their lives

I mean to be fair to them, why must they fight for their rights?

Their birth is their right to all things human and just

Why men don't fight for their rights?

What a simple question...

And no one has ever been able to answer that question.

"Fight for your rights."

If you have to fight for your rights then obviously you have no rights...

Right?

When life is fair, you don't fight.

My dream wasn't fair either...

The tiger like cat come from nowhere and jump on my back?

Why?

What did I do to her?

I didn't bother her

Didn't hurt her

Didn't annoy her...

I was on my way to the bath room...

Its amazing

I go to pee a lot in my dreams

I pee a lot while I am awake...

People say, I have a weak bladder...

I say, "Fuck people."

Its the people who ruined my life

Its the people who appear in my dreams as cats, tigers, hoodlums, killers, drug dealers, fanatics,

mentally ill bastards, thieves.  They even appear as knives, guns, bombs, hurricanes, fires...

Oh! the fires...

So scary...

The fire in London

That building for the working class...

What was the name of the building?

What was the name?

Oh! Grenfell tower...

That ugly looking thing...

'The council housing they call it...

Why don't the other people, luxuriously rich people live in 'Council housing"?

No fire protection in the building and its not in the democracy less 3rd world

Its in LOndon...London my dear, London...

And its not a dream either...

Nightmare of a life time for  the survivors...

Thats not a dream...its real and its 21st century....

Thank god the cat grabbed me only in my dream.

I must be the luckiest person who experience, drowning, fire, killings, blood, demolitions

only in my dreams...

See how ungrateful you are?

Thank your lucky stars and try to remember your awful dreams a bit better.

Sharpen your memory

Eat 12 almonds every morning like Obama did...

But he ate almonds at night in his private office while he wrote his books

for which he is getting 60 millions...

Wow! I love to have those BADAMS, (ALMONDS)

Those special almonds kept Obama alert and very likable.

Maybe Trump should eat those almonds...

But Obama will never offer those to Trump...

I wonder whose dreams are nicer?

Obama's?  Trump's?  Or mine?