LITERARY SALON AT 4W

 LITERARY SALON AT 4W

MONDAY, AUGUST 2ND AT 11 AM

BEGIN A PROJECT FOR THE SALON.

MAYBE THE HAND WRITTEN NOTE BOOKS TO BE PUT ON THE BLOG.

BE DILIGENT NOW ABOUT THIS.-

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"NO MATTER WHAT! IT GOES IN"

 "NO MATTER WHAT IT GOES IN"

"With memories sleeping in that thick head of hair."    Baudelaire

'Languorous Asia--a whole far away world--absent".   Baudelaire

"le Gout du-n`eant".  (Taste for nothingness).               Baudelaire

"Avalanche will you sweep me along in your fall?"      Baudelaire

"Fate has aleady banished me.                                        Baudelaire

"Fathomless gloom"                                                        Baudelaire

"Sunlight on the sea".                                                      CB

"Morbid or petulant, you are all pleasure".                     CB

"Conquered human race"                                                 CB

"But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty.          CB

"La Chevelure"  (Hair)                                                      CB

'Blasphemy of art"                                                             CB

"With memories sleeping in that thick head of hair".        CB

"Endless lulling of sweet scented leisure".                         CB

"Oil of coconut, musk and tar"                                               CB

"Scatter sappires, rubies, pearls".                                         CB

"So sad amongst my poems"                                                 BS

"Just dream--dream about where you want to be-"               BS

'PROJECTS" LIKE ALL SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE SAY

 PROJECTS

IST ONE:

The posts from the facebook,  put them together and make a one woman show.

 The potential title for now: " DIARY OF A THOUGHT" (SELECTION FROM FACEBOOK POSTS)

SECOND ONE;

ANOTHER JOURNEY:  ALONG THE TRACKS

  Explore the places on subway trains, write about whatever intersts you.

                                          Come home, type it, put it together and make another one woman show.

TAKE BOTH SHOWS ON THE ROAD.

And let everyone else go to the devil.

NO WORRIES OR EVEN THINKING OF THE RIFF-RAFF OF THE WORLD

AND WHO IS WHO AND WHO IS GETTING AHEAD....

THATS IT...NEW PROJECTS.

3RD PROJECT:

To completely eliminate all people, and I say, all people from your mind, from your psyche. They can go to the moon, let devil worry about it but not you.  "GETTING AHEAD, (your favorite sentence) and you shouldn't give a shit of a thought. Why do you waste everything you have on that kind of nonsense?  Are you mad?

No more, never more. Like Poe would say. 

Any time,  these kind of wasteful thoughts come to you, SHUN THEM OFF WITH VIGOR, THEY

 ARE DESTROYING ALL YOUR TALENT.  DO YOU WANT THAT?

YOU HAVE TO TRY VERY HARD TO ACHIEVE THIS RESULT.  FORGET ABOUT THE OTHERS.

DO THEY THINK ABOUT YOU SO SERIOUSLY? OR DO THEY THINK ABOUT YOU AT ALL?

SO SAD, THE SITUATION HAS BECOME. YES, YOUR SITUATION.

IF YOU DON'T PUT A STOP TO IT NOW,  IT WILL BE TOO LATE. IT ALREADY IS.  STOP IT.....

THINGS NOT TO BE DONE: "BEGIN AGAIN" "YOU SAY BISMILLAH AND END THE ROT." FOR YOU KARIMA ULLAH

THINGS NOT TO BE DONE:  "BEGIN AGAIN."

Not too much expression of any kind of thoughts with people

Express those thoughts in writing

No interest in politics

No mention of you know what?

No irritation at, you know what?

Do things alone

Don't need any one

Enjoy your company

Enjoy your passion by yourself

Do the things you really feel like doing

things such as, reading, writing, drawing, walking, cafe's, laughter,

solitude, movies, good food, water, rivers, occean, flowers, trees, leaves, birds.

Be a mystery, not an open book

Love yourself

Respect yourself

Admire yourself

Admire your work

Admire yourself for doing so much work single handedly

Do paintings, watercolors, charcoal drawings,  go to the beach more...sit near the rivers, think,

Imagine, love your imagination, love your spirit, give.  Give to the one who desreves it.

Don't throw your pearls in-front of the swine.  BE ALONE, IT'S SO IMPORTANT FOR YOU.

Get rid of lots of riff-raff. Do one woman shows...Only one woman plays...save yourself the heartache..

Be independent, be more independent, create independently...FORGET ABOUT RECOGNITION.

You are waiting to be recognised by whom?  Think about it...F**k them. They will have their day.

Some one is watching...

Be tender to yourself

Be kind to yourself

Be generous to your self

GIVE YOURSELF WHAT YOU DESERVE

DON'T GIVE YOURSELF WHAT YOU DON'T DESREVE...

BE NOT DEPRESSED

DO NT REGRET

PAST IS PAST

CREATE SOMETHING ABOUT IT

EXPRESS YOUR SELF IN YOUR GRIEF, IN YOUR SORROW, IN YOUR SADNESS,

DO NOT DISCUSS IT WITH ANY ONE...

THEY ARE JUST THERE TO FILL THE ROOM...

FILL YOUR HEART, YOUR MIND, YOUR SPIRIT WITH YOUR OWN CREATION, WITH YOUR

 OWN BEAUTY , WITH YOUR OWN STRENGTH, WITH YOUR OWN ABILITY, WITH YOUR

 OWN WIT.

 

 WITH YOUR HUMOR, WITH YOUR KNOWLEDGE, WITH YOUR EDUCATION, WITH YOUR

 GRACE, WITH YOUR CLASS, WITH YOUR STYLE, WITH YOUR CONCENTRATION, WITH

  YOUR SARCASAM, WITH YOUR METAPHORES, WITH YOUR

 SINGING BIRDS...

SEE HOW MANY COMPANIONS YOU DO HAVE?

AND YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD NO ONE TO DEPEND ON...

NO ONE,  AND I TELL YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL NO ONE,  IS GOING TO DO ANYTHING

FOR YOU,  NO ONE IS GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOU,  AND YOUR CREATIVE SPIRIT...

WHY SHOULD THEY? THEY ARE MISERABLE BY THEMSELVES...THEY ARE NOTHING TO

 YOU, THE LEAST VALUABLE THINGS IN YOUR SURROUNDINGS,  THEY BELONG IN THE

 GARBAGE, THROW THOSE FEELINGS OF ABANDONEMNET. OH! YOU WERE ABANDONED

 BY THEM?...BY THEM? MY, MY, MY

 GOODNESS...HOW SAD IS YOUR STATE OF AFFAIRS.  THE THINGS WHICH BELONG TO

 THE...

 GARBAGE, YOU WANT RECOGNITION FROM THEM?  FROM GARBAGE?  YES, GARBAGE...

VISULIZE THAT AND FEEL UPSET, THROW UP, YOU HAVE BEEN WASTING YOUR LIFE TO

BE RECOGNIZED BY GARBAGE?  I FEEL SAD FOR YOU...I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU...YOU

 HAVE DIAMONDS IN YOUR HAND AND YOU ARE SEEKING REWARDS FROM THE

 GARBAGE...YOU HAVE PEARLS IN YOUR HANDS, RUBIES IN YOUR HAND AND YOUR

 DESIRE IS OF GARBAGE...ARE YOU OK?

HAVE YOU GONE MENTAL? IS SOMEHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD?  HAVE

 YOU LOST YOUR MIND COMPLETELY?

THERE IS STILL TIME...IMAGINE THAT...STILL GOD HAS GIVEN YOU TIME ALONG WITH

 ALL THE OTHER GIFTS, HEALTH, THE MOST PRECIOUS...DON'T LOSE THAT, NO MATTER

 WHAT YOU DO OR DON'T DO...TAKE YOUR HEALTH AS THE MOST SERIOUS PROJECT...

THROW THE GARBAGE OUT TODAY FOR EVER...

IT'S BEEN THERE FOR DECADES...

YES, DECADES...

IT'S NOW SMELLING ROTTEN

SO ROTTEN THAT IT HAS BECOME TOXIC...

YOU SIMPLY CAN'T GO NEAR IT...

WEAR A SET OF HEAVEY CONSTRUCTION GLOVES AND THROW THE SHIT OUT...

HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP THE STINKING, ROTTEN, DANGEROUS GARBAGE

 AROUND YOU?"

IN YOUR BRAIN?  HOW LONG?

ANOTHER CENTURY?

YOU DON'T HAVE TIME GIRL, YOU DON'T HAVE TIME.

YOU HAVE WASTED DECADES...DECADES...ALREADY.

TODAY IT ENDS.

YES, SAY BISMILLAH AND END THE ROT...

THROW IT OUT...NEVER TO BE THOUGHT ABOUT AGAIN.

IT'S RUBBISH DARLING, RUBBISH...'YOU JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT..

I AM NOT BLAMING YOU...

YOU WERE IGNORANT OF WHAT IT CONTAINED.

BUT NOW YOU HAVE THE CLARIFICATIIN...

NOW YOU MUST DEAL WITH IT..

END IT...

EVERYTHING ENDS...

END OF PLAY

END OF LIFE

END OF GARBAGE...

OUT OF YOUR HEAD

INTO THE BIN

THROWN OUT...

THROWN OUT...

THROWN OUT....

FINALLY...

GO FOR A NICE, HOT CUP OF LATTE...

CELEBRATE...

CELEBRATE YOUR LIFE

CELEBRATE YOUR TALENT

CELEBRATE YOUR IMAGINATION

CELEBRATE YOUR FEELINGS

CELEBRATE YOUR THOUGHTS

CELEBRATE ALL KINDS OF THOUGHTS, YOUR THOUGHTS.

THEY ARE ALL YOURS

KEEP THEM FOR YOUR SELF...

NO, NO SHARING OF YOUR THOUGHTS WITH ANY ONE...

BECOME A DEAF AND DUMB PERSON FROM NOW ON...

FROM THIS INSTANT ON...

YOU, AND YOUR CREATIVITY OF ALL KINDS MUST ACCOMPANY YOU AT ALL TIMES

AND IF YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME ONE WITH YOU, JUST SMILE AND SAY VERY LITTLE, 

TALK OF THE WEATHER AND HOW GREAT DEMOCRACY IS...NOTHING ELSE...

IT'S BEST THAT YOU DON'T TALK AT ALL...BEHAVE STUPID, IGNORANT, SMILE, AGREE

WITH ALL THE NONSENSE...

BUT THE BEST FOR YOU IS JUST TO BE ALONE WITH YOUR OWN SENSITIVITY, YOUR

 OWN ABILITY, YOUR OWN IMAGINATION...

IMAGINE AND THINGS WILL COME TO YOU...LIKE IDEAS..LIKE HOW ALL YOUR PLAYS

 CAME TO YOU. 

CAME TO YOU FROM NO WHERE?

RIGHT?

YES, THEY CAME FROM NOWHERE...

THAT NOWHERE IS CALLED, "IMAGINATION."

DO NOT ABANDONE THAT PRECIOUS TERRITORY CALLED, "NOWHERE"

THAT'S THE DIAMOND YOU NEVER KNEW YOU OWNED,.

POSSESS THAT, OWN THAT DIAMOND...NAMED, "NOWHERE"

GET HOLD OF THAT SPACE, THAT PLACE WITHIN YOUR GRASP.

IT'S YOURS.

IT'S YOUR IMAGINATIN...

ALL YOUR PLAYS CAME FROM THAT IMAGINATION

NO OTHER PERSON GAVE IT TO YOU

NO, NO OTHER PERSON...

THAT'S THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH...

LOCK YOUR IMAGINATION WITHIN A SAFE FOR YOUR SELF, ONLY FOR YOURSELF

YOU KEEP THE KEY HIDDEN IN ANOTHER SAFE PLACE

NO DISCUSSIONS OF ANY KIND WITH ANY BODY...

NO DISCUSSIONS, OF ANY KIND, I SAID.

DO NOT WASTE YOUR ENERGY, YOUR PASSIONS, YOUR GIFT WITH ANY ONE FROM

 NOW ON...

THE GARBAGE IS THROWN OUT

YOUR MIND IS CLEAN

BEGIN....

BEGIN AGAIN...

"SAY BUSMILLAH AND GET RID OF THE ROT."

BEGIN AGAIN...

"PLAYS OF BINA SHARIF. RETYPE: WORD DOCUMENT"

 

PLAYS OF BINA SHARIF

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LIFE IS A ONE ACT PLAY

DAYS AND NIGHTS

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS OF SINGING BIRDS

"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

"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.