| Ramadan Moon the story of one woman's encounter witht the veil and what she learns about being Arab and American--a play in two acts using combined media, It runs 1 hour 32 Mohammeds Or is the memory of Mohammed, Rami, Mohammed al durra, a 12 year old boy we all now know? It is maybe the memory of this boy that makes one Mohammed strap a backpack of explosives onto his body, a tumor of resistance and walk onto a bus? You see he started early by throwing stones at the tanks killing his neighbors and destroying their homes. He graduated to rocks and they bounced against the metal and back toward the crumbled cement that was once his school. The stones got big, his arm stronger, but nothing would stop them, from running over the house, making sport of chasing down school children. He had nothing left to fight with but himself. This one-woman show connects the many Mohameds she has encountered throughout her travels in Egypt and Palestine. during the second intifada. it runs one hour . |
| elmazAbinader Country of Origin Productions The Plays and Storytelling Performances |
| The Shows of Elmaz Abinader with music by Tony Khalife performed by the Country of Origin Band |
| Country of Origin winner of 2 drammies I try to hold the hands of my girls tightly, but sometimes they slip. Away from my palm, across the lines of my life, through my fingers. People would call me a bad mother for what I’ve done with Zina and Camille: took them from our village, planted them in an open air hut in Batroun; fed them nothing but lemons and rice for months. And now here, in this country, amid all these strangers, I let them go, let them run across the worn down boards of the receiving room, through the skirts of women from France, Italy, and Russia; let them drift away, without speaking their names, without raising a note of a mother’s panic. (act I, in my name only) Country of Origin is a 3 part play illustrating the struggles of three Arab women dealing with cultural and social changes. It runs 1 hour 25 minutes. |
| The Torture Quartet ...this is what I saw, the only thing, a hand I knew, a hand in a black and white photograph extended out of a gown of white, the only thing showing --head hooded, body covered, feet out of the photo soldier laughing but the hands open in supplication a prisoner’s prayer, asking a question to the soldier? no, to Allah? no, the arms spread, the face obscured the hands opened, the body veiled, the hands visible....(From Give me Your Hands) A four-part meditation on torture from different perspectives: the torturer, the tortured, the interpreter and the mother of a prisoner. It runs one hours |
| kamal ghammache mansour |
| Tony Khalife |