Monthly Archives: February 2015
Why does a girl who loves you hit you softly when you tease her?
Why does she tap you head with a book or slap you chest or arm when
you irritate her with your silliness?
Is it to discipline the unruly boy in men, to straighten up the naughty boy?
To make better men out of a fragmented, shattered you.
What does she imply with her tender, loving violence? Is she trying to provoke your masculinity?
By giving rise to the one deep inside her
Or does she want to feminize your blind, ignorant masculinity?
– the male pride that makes everything dull
Or lull your defenses, give rise to the femininity inside you
So that you don’t project your ugly power on her
The power that binds, blinds, exploits both the victim and the victor
And excites lust
The dust that covers the relationship mirror
In which a woman could have seen her reflection in a man
and the latter may have seen himself dissolving, vanishing
Vanishing into someone he thought he ‘owned’ (and in turn to whom he ‘belonged’)
Like the way he put his arm on her soft, bending waist when overcome with passion
And when it was silent and exhausted, found himself arm-in-arm with her
and being led instead
From the vantage point of Mount of Olives, I see the golden-coloured Dome of the Rock soar above the Old City of Jerusalem — a tight cluster of pale limestone buildings, domes, and towers. Entering into the walled city from a glossy, well-planned outer suburb area — home to all branches of the Israeli government –– I feel that I am in some another time period. Of course there are signs of modern-living, but that makes little difference.
Streets paved with setts run past ancient colonnaded houses with wrought-iron balconies. Below them shops and restaurants sell hot pizza, falafel and shawarma. Soon the streets turn into narrow lanes and alleys of bustling markets full of locals and tourists alike.
An Array of shops sell a range of souvenirs that easily catch a visitor’s eye (or dazzle it) – from exotic artifacts, fine local handicrafts and antiques to religious articles, jewelleries, textiles, rugs, cheap clothing, ceramics, glassware and small keepsakes to take back home to remind you of your visit to the holy city.
I head down some covered markets in the Muslim or Christian quarters. They are so devoid of natural light that lamps from rows of shops light the way. Walking down these vibrant marketplaces while passing by a variety of colorful goods and wares and amid merchant calls, you may just walk past a hidden mosque, a church or some religious sites of importance without even knowing. Your mind is too busy processing the multitude of exotic images pounding on it. Continue reading…