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 Re: غريب على عالمى، نص سيرين عوض الله قراءة أمو أجانق وأعمال فنية أخرى فى أريزونا (فيديوس) (Re: Khalid Kodi)
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A Stranger in My World
Upon meeting him, stirred in me was an immediate concern for my safety. His eyes stared into mine, and suddenly, like the un-clicking of a switch, my stomach churned with a knot of fear, and I became distinctly aware of steel all around me, engulfing all my senses: the scent of ####l beneath my nose; that icy glare of black pupils, where my own face was reflected; the cold exterior of his posture, so indifferent that I could have sworn would have turned away a coming breeze. That was how I met this stranger, this foreigner to our way of life. It is said that we share a commonality by virtue of our same age. But I did not know this person. I could not find any familiarity in his face, nothing that reminded me of my own journey. I even looked for traces of my age in his face, searched desperately for a sign of common ground. No, even his face was an amalgamation of different passages of time: around the mouth a bit of baby fat and barely growing hair. But the eyes...they had seen things that I could not dare to dream. I have heard of his kind, and the evidence of all that I heard was unmistakable in these eyes, and so I mistrusted him from the beginning. Now I think of the horrors in my world that I have seen. I think of my own survival and what I've had to do to accomplish it. Do they measure up to what he's been through? Would he survive in my world? Could I survive in his? Or have our paths been so different that we are now as permanently separated as the rising and setting of the sun? I did not recognize this person in front of me; could not even point to his humanity, for his face didn't show it. And so I did what I have always done to make sure I survive in this treacherous world; to strangers and natives alike. I stared back at this foreigner from another world, and I fixed a blank expression on my face, one that would rival his glare. It was time that he became aware of his own safety, and so I gripped my gun harder to let him know that he is indeed a stranger in my world.
By:
Sirein Awadalla
June, 2010
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(عدل بواسطة Khalid Kodi on 07-04-2010, 04:57 AM)
(عدل بواسطة Khalid Kodi on 07-04-2010, 04:59 AM)
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Re: غريب على عالمى، نص سيرين عوض الله قراءة أمو أجانق وأعمال فنية أخرى فى أريزونا (فيديوس) (Re: nada ali)
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شكرا للأعزاء عادل وندى.
العمل الثانى بعنوان الملح والرمال: ممر عند مفترق الطرق
هنا نص لفكرته:
Sand and Salt: A Carpet (a path) at the Turning Point!
Take your shoes off as you enter the meeting hall.
The idea is to create a sensation that adds to and intensifies the thinking and discussions of the road ahead in Sudan, especially in relation to the referendum and its outcome.
The sensation of the texture of both the sand and the salt is memorable and should create a feeling that climbs with a gentle shiver to the individual’s brain. This sensation may set the emotions to the importance of the discussions of what is about to happen in the next few months as people will be discussing a historical event and some will eventually make difficult decisions!
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Khalid Kodi
Adil Osman
nada ali
فيس بوك
تويتر
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يوتيوب
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