Jun 28, 2006

Can I Kick It?

Honestly, too many days have gone by without me posting an entry up on this blog of mine. I haven't even checked my favorite blogs in a while! I hope it's understood that life drama can get in the way of blogging life.

So, I'm here to see if I can resume the blogging. It's kind of rough getting back into writing after a serious blogger's block. But I'm really gonna try. This short entry is a start...so bear with me.

More to come!

In the meanwhile, check this latest video, Brown Eyed Warrior by Toronto group LAL.
Big ups to Rosina and Nick!! Keep doing your thing and inspiring the rest of us!!


Jun 8, 2006

Losing my Voice

The other day, someone called my mother tongue, a “terrorist language.” My heart sank. Since when did the language of poetry become a hateful dialect?

I recently published a couple of pieces in an anthology, which includes writings and images by a diverse group of Muslim women writers, poets and artists. Our pieces are political and emotional. They are as beautifully complex as each and every single one of us. These are pieces that came from our hearts. They speak of injustices and imposed wars; not only the war of bombs and missiles, but also wars of sexism, racism, poverty, homophobia…

I think of our anthology, and I smile because I see courageous women. I think of women whose words will settle into the hearts of others who also long for justice and peace. I think of the ways in which our words and images might reach others.

I feel honored to be part of this group of women; and yet, I feel like a coward.

I feel like a coward because lately I get caught up in all the hype around being a person of Arab/Iranian Muslim decent living in the post-911 world of hatred and fear towards my people.

I feel like a coward because some mornings I choose not to read Farsi books on the subway.

I feel like a coward because sometimes I stutter when I tell people where I was born.

I feel like a coward because at times I censor my own words.

I feel like a coward because some days I feel helpless.

I feel like a coward because there are times when I choose silence.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
But to be fearless in meeting them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain,
But for the heart to conquer it.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,
But to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,
But hope for the patience to win my freedom.

Grant me that I may not be a coward,
Feeling your mercy in my success alone.
But let me find the grasp
Of your hand in my failure.

(words of Rabindranath Tagore)

Jun 2, 2006

Radical Mutant Power Beeyatch!

It's not really shocking that most of the "bad" mutants in X-Men III are young, angry people of color, with piercings and tattoos. I don't want to get into the race, class and gender analysis of the film/storyline; nor do I want to talk about discriminatory stereotypes of youth. It's so damn obvious and I'm sure someone out there in cyberspace has already done it.

The point I would like to make is that the radical mutants are by far much hotter than the liberal ones (i.e. the X-Men). Their radical politics aside, they are just too damn sexy with their tattoos, dyed hair, black leather gear, piercings, and badass attitudes...

Just look at the photo above. Need I say more?
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