HALLOWEEN PLAY CONTINUES........

ISABELLA: Don't fucking bore me with your bullshit. I can kill all of you.

 I have a bucket full of blood which looks like stage blood, but it's not.

. Its real blood. The real death,

visited me earlier this morning in my nightmare and told me that the," Play you

took part in for no money on halloween night will bore you to death. So be ready to kill them all. Here is their real blood already in this bucket for you. They will think its fake stage blood and they will laugh at you as if you are not for real but once this blood is spilled, they all will be dead. Dead...Dead...Dead...Dead.

Their death has to come to them, halloween or no halloween.

Tell them TO LET YOU SING BECAUSE YOU ARE A SINGER AND ITS PART OF

YOUR CONTRACT TO SING....YOU ARE A SINER RIGHT? "

"NOW YOU CAN LIE TO THE PLAYRIGHT BUT NOT TO ME, I AM DEATH

I DON'T TOLERATE SUCH NONSENSE. NOW TELL ME, ARE YOU A REAL

SINGER OR A FAKE SINGER? DID YOU LIE TO GET A PART IN THIS DEADLY

PLAY? AND IF YOU ARE A REAL SINGER...SING THAN...SING LOUD AND

CLEAR WITH HARMONY. THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN PROVE THAT

YOU ARE A REAL SINGER AND NOT A FAKE SINGER LIKE ALL OTHER

ACTRESSESS WHO CAN NEVER CARRY A NOTE BUT THEY SAY THEY ARE

SINGERS. THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN PROVE THAT YOU ARE A REAL SINGERIS

BY SINGING AND ONLY WAY A PLAYWRIGHT CAN PROVE THAT HE IS A

PLAYWRIGHT IS BY WRITING A GOD DAMNED LOUSY, SHITTY, BORING,

MEDIOCRE PLAY.

 BY WRITING ONE."

And than I woke up from my nightmare and yes I remember death told me one

more thing. The death said," AND THE ONLY WAY THE DEATH CAN PROVE

ITSELF IS BY KILLING ALL OF YOU INCLUDING ME IF YOU DON'T ALLOW

ME TO SING."

So do you want to fucking delay your deaths on such a scary night or not?

And if you want to live LET ME SING...

HAHAHA: SING THAN...SING....Why are you fucking begging for permission to sing if you

are a singer? GO AHEAD AND SING. I AM A SPIRIT. I AM YOUR SPIRIT.

I GIVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO SING...SING HONEY AND KEEP SINGING

DON'T LET THAT LIVING DEVIL STOP YOU OR ANY DEAD DEVIL STOP YOU.

SING AND KEEP SINGING...SING ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT AND ON ALL

NIGHTS...NEVER STOP SINGING...YOU ARE A SINGER...

(Addresses the playwright)

Where is the playwright? (Shouts) Playwright? Playwright?

Where is the playwright? Not here? That's a surprise...A playwright is not

present at his own play's premier...hings have changed...artists have become

lazy...And tired. I think the playwright is resting at home...Sleeping.

But doesn't matter if the playwright is here or not, sleeping or awake...He must

keep writing, keep writing if you dare call yourself a playwright than keep

writing plays...You hear? Keep writing plays. Don't let the devil stop you

and there are real devils out there...Don't let them stop you..,Don't even let

death stop you...Fake death or real death...Keep writing...All your plays will

BE PUBLISHED AFTER YOUR REAL DEATH BUT TILL THEN KEEP WRITING.

THIS DEVIL WITH THE SCARY MASK IS TRYING TO INTIMIDATE YOU....

DEFY THE DEVIL. DEFY ALL DEVILS...ASK THEM TO WRITE ONE

SENTENCE...AND THEY WILL PERSPIRE TILL THEY EVAPORATE...

DEFY MONEY, DEFY SUCCESS, DEFY DEVILS AND KEEP WRITING AND

SINGING AND DANCING TILL THE DEATH COMES...AND THAN YOU DANCE

THE DANCE OF DEATH...I AM FROM THE INFERIOR RACE ACCORDING TO

THE DEVIL BUT I AM GIVING YOU A SUPERIOR ADVICE BECAUSE I AM A

SPIRIT FROM THE EAST AND THE WEST AND I TELL YOU KEEP SINGING

KEEP CREATING TILL THE DEATH COMES AND IT WILL COME...

I PROMISE YOU THAT IT WILL COME...TILL THAN, SING ...

ALWAYS PUT A SONG IN YOUR PLAY...THE SONG SCARES THE DEVIL..SEE

HOW QUIET THE DEVIL IS ALREADY...SING AND PLAY...EVEN THE

DEATH WILL WAIT TILL THE SONG IS OVER...MAKE YOUR SONG A VERY

MELODIOUS SONG...SING...THE DEATH IS WAITING...

ISABELLA START TO SING A BEAUTIFUL SONG.

LIGHTS FADE

END OF PLAY

HALLOWEEN PLAY

ARON: (Aron, a devilish, arrogant entity who thinks he owns the planet)

ISABELLE: (Represents middle class sophistication, beauty and secure charm)

MAHAMAHAMAHA: (The other woman from some un-recognized planet)

ARON: I want to kill all of you today, so lets begin...let's kill each other today.

ISABELLA: No, not today, its halloween day

ARON: Its perfect day for you to die and to join death. Death is all around.

ISABELLA: Death is around to be scared of, not to embrace

ARON: Why not? One day you have to embrace it

ISABELLA: But not today...Today we want to shun all deadly things.

HAHAHA: Than why every one is dressed as death?

ISABELLA: To scare death away.

HAHAHA: Why would real death be scared of an artificial fake costume which looks like

death but in-fact its not death at all ?

ISABELLA: That's the beauty of modernity. Costume of death is more scary than the real

death because the technology is so advanced that the real death is even scared

of death look alike costume.

ARON: Death is death sweetheart and no fake death is ever so powerful as real death.

HAHAHA: You seem obsessed with death, that's not the attitude of a very modern man of the West.

Are you from the East?

ARON: (Very offended) Do I look like I am from the East?

HAHAHA: I can't tell you are hiding behind a mask.

ISABELLA: All modernity hides behind masks. Masks were made for fake modernity by modernity.

ARON: We are all modern people. Extremely modern and we have a demand on us and a

message from our destiny to kill all who look like misfits.

HAHAHA: But you said earlier, "Let us kill each other today." Do you consider yourself

a misfit also?

ARON: Not a misfit at all...Not at all...not as misfit as you. When I said, let's kill each other.

I meant, "YOU." I meant," lets kill you."

HAHAHA: Why kill me? I myself am modern. I would like to kill you. Halloween day or no

halloween day, I want to kill you.

ARON: You can't. You are an inferior race. You are a misfit. You are Asian. You are from the East.

 "East is East and the West is West and never the domain shall meet." Kipling said that.

 Or he said something like that. I know Kipling said that...I remember

Kipling said something like that. I remember it was Kipling who said something like

that. Do you know Kipling? You are an Asian.

HAHAHA: I don't need to know Kippling. He is dead. He was an Imperialist and no costume

no halloween ball, no mask saved him from death. And how the fuck do you know

that I am Asian? I am also wearing a mask though you can't see it....

ARON: Thats the beauty and the cleverness of the West and the stupidity of the East...Even

on halloween the Asians choose an Asian mask.

ISABELLA: But she is not wearing a mask. She is the only one who doesn't have a mask on

halloween day.

ARON: She has a mask on. She is wearing a mask. She is Asian. She doesn't have to buy a

mask. Her face is a permanent mask. Her face is a map of Asia. Its an Ancient mask

but its not a scary mask. She can't scare death away because she doesn't have a scary

mask. Its a see through mask. We can see through it and see through her. That's the

brilliance of modernity. Modernity has a mask on and its a brilliant mask. Modernity

has a fabulous mask on...Where we can watch everything and everyone without

ever taking our masks off and these idiots from the East can never tell who we are

and what we are watching and what we are planning behind our innovative superb

masks.

ISABELLA: Hey guys...you are becoming too political...its halloween and you can't, you must

not get into politics on halloween day. Death can be the only topic of this night

and certainly not politics...Death and only death can be talked about and enjoyed.

Politics? please! Who wrote this politics laden play on this funky, funny,

deadly night?

ARON: Politics is death and I don't care who wrote this play. Its the night where my deadly

mask is so strong and scary that all other with and without masks will die except me.

Death is here tonight for them...for those insects, those worms, those passionless

backward, pathetic, compromising, timid enslaved fools who think they are brave and

can scare death away with their, "NAKED, HONEST MASK FREE FACES" ? In my

World there is no, "HONESTY AND INNOCENCE." "DEATH AND VIOLENT DEATH

OF THE OTHER" NOT MY DEATH...UST THE DEATH OF THE OTHER.

YOU HEAR ME?

ISABELLA: You sound like the devil.

ARON: And devil is the only one who can not be killed.

ISABELLA: But don't you worry Mr. Devil...In the modern World of today, there is only one

objective and that's"KILLING" which is also your objective and one day they are

going to figure it out how to get rid of the DEVIL himself...even Satan will be

killed eventually.

HAHAHA: Yes, the IMAM will come and the MEHDI will come and the JESUS, the MESSIHA

will come and get rid of you...You the SATAN of all SATANS...you the racist, the

despot, you the PATRIARCHAL ASSHOLE, you the TYRANNY, You the LORD

OF LORDS, you the ultimate IMPERIALIST, you will be killed by the one you call

a,"MISFIT"

ARON: (Furious) I will get rid of you today. Tonight..And that will be the end of you and

your race. Your whole generation will be killed tonight. Do you have any kids?

If you do, I will slaughter them too and if you don't have any kids I will slaughter

your neighbors and if you don't have any neighbors thats even better, I won't have

to shed so much extra blood...I have a heart but my heart won't spare you tonight.

HAHAHA: Go ahead... Throw your daggers at me. Shed some blood right now...show me

your Satanic power...I am a spirit. You can't kill a spirit and a Spirit doesn't have

any blood in it. I will fly away. Away from your devilish presence and deeds. I

will fly away instantly. That's why I never needed a mask like you. Because you

are a coward hiding behind a mask. afraid of death, shivering with the fear of death.

Its you who is afraid of death, terrified of death. Thats the reason you hide behind

the devil's mask every halloween night thinking you can scare the real death away

but real death is laughing at you. Real death is a spirit, an angelic spirit which

creates peace and rest for all human beings. Its you who don't want peace. You

have a mental and physical anguish. You want to live forever...you are not real

Even A devil can kill all but not the spirit and you are not even a devil, you are a

fake devil...You can't kill the spirit...SPIRIT IS LIFE AND THAT'S WHAT SINGS

DO YOU SING?

DEVILS NEVER SING...I know that.

ISABELLA: I CAN SING. I CAN SING. LET ME SING. I took this part in this play because I

thought there was SINGING in it. So far there hasn't been any, "SINGING."

in it at all. No laughter, no fun, no singing, no humor...Some one told me that this

playwright is hillarious, thats why I took the part WITHOUT GETTING PAID.

I didn't know this play written for halloween night was about the fucking East

and West and its never ending bullshit politics. Oh! Fuck.

Is this playwright from the EAST?

I hope not. All playwrights from the EAST no matter what the occasion is always

talking about the East and West and West and East.

I am so bored with it. So bored. Its halloween night. I am so bored that I can kill

both of them. I don;t care about the fucking East or the fucking West. I AM

BORED AND WE KILL WHEN WE ARE BORED.

MALADY CONTINUES

Then Karim woke up from never sleeping

His eyes were blood shot without ever drinking

He would like to taste drink

Hard core drink

Whisky

Maybe?

He would like to try everything which makes one forget

Does one ever forget anything?

But that's what he was told....

One forgets all after being high

And whisky must make you high

Otherwise why all the people on this planet talk about it?

Why spend so much money to have something which doesn't have

great effect on you and change your disposition from low to something

Sublime....................

Sublime!

What a sublime word!

Its all words

Isn't it?

Words, words, words

Happy

Sad

Depressed

Grieving

Tragic

Thrilled

Sorrow

Joy

Elation

Mood

Hungry

Love

Hungry for love

That's what it was

Hunger

Enormous hunger

Karim was hungry

Karim was hungry for love

He hasn't eaten love for days

He hasn't eaten love for months

He hasn't eaten love for years

Karim has never eaten love

What does it taste like?

What does love taste like?

Karim wants to taste love

And than eat it

He wants to eat love three times a day

Regularly

He wants to eat regularly like the foreigners do

Like all the tall, good looking, muscular white men with blue eyes

And blond hair

Who came to fight him and men like him, dark, with dark hair, not so muscular

and not so tall

But dark

Very dark

Almost scary

Karim heard they eat three meals

So they can stay healthy

And fight not so muscular, dark, short men oddly dressed

Karim heard that the strength in fighting the enemy was to eat three meals

Karim wants to eat love three times

His three meals to fight his desire to love his enemy

But no.....

Karim doesn't want to fight his desire to love his enemy

To make love with his tall blond, blue eyed enemy

Karim wants the three meals of love regularly to feed his desire to hold the tall

blond, blue eyed snipper holding enemy in his arms and put his dark lips on his

pale lips and lock himself in the embrace of love

Love and love only

He wants to love

Not fight

Love and love only

Embrace of love

The embrace of eternity of love

In the mountains of Pashnunstan

The name of his birth place

The place blond people were fighting for

The place which was horrid and

Hayunting

Haunting since centuries

People always came here to fight

Karim's grand father used to tell him all the stories of

Chenghes Khan

And

Alexander the great

They all came here to fight

Fight for what?

These ominous mountains?

These ravines?

The almond orchards?

The opium?

The minerals in the mountains?

What for?

All this killing

All this blood pouring from the desolate mountains

All the crying and the wailing of all the remining human beings

Crying over the loss of their loved ones

Why?

Why fight?

Karim never understood all the damage and sorrow

Useless

Waste

Death

Karim was only seeking for love and how to make love

The eternal truth

The eternal beauty of life

Love

And only love

Nothing but love

And love with this man who came to kill him

Karim wants to tell the man who came to kill him from so far away

That he wants to love him

But how can he do that?

How can he tell him that?

The tall white man will shoot him a thousand times if Karim ever came near him

So the truth will die with the shooting

The bullets when they pierce the body, they pierce the truth to smithreens

After Karim is dead with the thousand bullets

The truth of his love for the tall,blue eyed man will never be revealed

And if its revealed while Karim is alive

That would be another ferocious killing by his own dark, short, non muscular men

Revenge

They will take revenge for the dishonor to their tribe

How could Karim, a muslim man fighting for his honor and his country tell

The enemy, the kafir with blue eyes and blond hair with a bomb in his hand in Karim's

Own land that he would like to kiss him and hold him and make love with him for the

Rest of his days...............

No one on this planet can imagine this scenario....

This tragic malady

Karim's dangeous, exotic, feverish malady

Karim wants to make love with the enemy

Karim's enemy is Karim's lover

Karim wants to eat his lover with a ferocious appetite and cherish the taste like a ripe plum

From his own gardens

Karim Wants to commit the eternal sin and wants to be punished by love

Love and only love

Love was the nightmare and love was the dream and love was the malady

Karim's malady continues

Karim's malady will continue till his lovers bullets will pierce his virgin body.

SYBIL'S RULES OF FRIENDSHIP

1: Have no friends at all

2: Never waste your precious time for a small bonus of money

3: Sybil doesn't need money from any one. If Mary who always claims that its God who

gives her money and she doesn't need a human being for it than Sybil must have the same god

who will provide for her too.

4: Now Sybil will have her precious time, her energy, her knowledge and her own money.

Sybil's god is as generous as Mary's. He will provide for Sybil like he provides for Mary.

5: Work is Sybil's friend. Work, work, work, work. Sybil should take her work as seriously as

Mary does. Mary does not spare one minute of her time when she is working. Sybil also

want people to adjust to her timetable and to her own convenience.

6: Sybil should learn all the good things from Mary. Mary's work, Mary's convenience comes

first. Everything else and everyone else comes second. And Like Mary Sybil should not

have any time for any one else but herself and only she must count.

7: Sybil will only do things which involves her immediate needs and interests such as

Writing

Reading

Walking

Drawing

Gym

Typing

Publishing

Performing

Seeing theater

Doing theater

Holidays

Art

Arranging and rearranging the apt

Contacts for work

Contacts for social life

8: No arguments with friends

9: No arguments with any one

10: Quietly walk away

11: Be very private

12: Do not tell a soul about your plans

13: Do not discuss politics with friends

14: Do not discuss politics with any one

15: Dat trips

Hamptons

Brighton beach

Brooklyn

Hudson,N.Y.

16: Hide yourself, disappear

17: Don't talk much with your friends

18: Don't talk to any one

19: Don't talk at all to any one

20: Put a cap on your mouth at all times.

21: Have no friends period

22: Travel

Spain

Beirut

Jordan

Syria

Egypt

Morocco

China

23: To hell with people.

ILLUMINATION OF A MALADY CONTINUES

HOLIDAY

RUQIA:

"I hope you are having a good holiday."

ZUBEIDA:

"I had a nervous reaction to what you were saying last time we saw each other."

RUQIA:

"I thought you were making fun of my ethics and my political beliefs."

ZUBEIDA:

"Maybe I should have taken it more seriously."

RUQIA:

"Or maybe I shouldn't have taken it so seriously."

RUQIA:

"I snapped."

ZUBEIDA:

"I snapped too

RUQIA:

"Maybe I shouldn't have snapped, maybe I shouldn't have taken it so seriously,

maybe I shouldn't have snapped."

ZUBEIDA:

"All of us can snap sometime"

RUQIA:

"I hope you had a good holiday."

ZUBEIDA:

"I hope you had a good holiday."

ILLUMINATION OF A MALADY CONTINUES

THE END

SULEIMAN:

"Hi, it was nice to see you.

I have made a promise with myself that next time

we meetI don't want to talk about these issues.

It Aggravates me and give me a headache.

We should talk about beautiful things like you said."

SUURIA:

No response

{48 hours pass)

SULEIMAN:

Hi, I was very upset last time when I saw you.

Call me back so we can talk about it.

I do not want to have sour feelings between us.

I felt you were implying that I do not know how to be

with successful (Corrupt) people thus I am a loser.

I also do not like this disappearing act.

Call me so we can talk.

SURRIA:

No response

3 hours pass

SULEIMAN:

You are not picking up.

I am leaving tomorrow and don't want to leave with sour feeling.

As I said before I left your place very upset.

You said that,"You don't give a crap about him..."

But even that didn't bother me.

What upset me the most was when you said,"Me and my husband

don't talk about political issues."

"We have other things to talk about, other things, beautiful things."

That was too much.

That's how I read it.

"Like what I talk about is nonsense."

"Waste of time...Waste of life totally."

"And you and your husband don't waste life."

"You don't waste your precious time on such nonsense."

And that was really disturbing to me.

Its like saying, "You have no life. You talk bullshit ect ect ect."

To that very feeling I responded one more time

I tried to reach out one more time for the sake of a long friendship.

But to you it was a,"So called friendship."

My response was,"If you were not interested in talking about these issues with your husband

why do you always so eagerly talk to me about it? "

Should I take it as provocation?

Since I am very intense, emotional, astute about politics why would you talk to me

as if its such a waste of your time? Or if this talk is just nonsensical and useless to you?

Do I present myself as a political propaganda machine?

Is there a political flag over my head?

Or is it your love of useless gossip that you waste my energy with?

Call me. I don't believe in just total silence when there is some kind of bad feeling between

friends....

Just mere silence and lack of response is not my idea of a great friendship.

Its not my style.

I am trying to reach out one more time. Maybe trying too hard. But If you don't call me back

I won't disturb you again ever.............................

SUURIA:

No response

216 hours pass

The End

SUBDUE

Subdue the force of an intelligent

Outspoken mind

And shut them up

With a few dollars.....

Terrified with the future of children

Half and half

With the liberal feel

Half and half

Never a full whole

Half and half

With a stronger half

of the name they will carry.....