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Doha Film Institute Unveils Expanded Film Grants Programme

Wed, 15 May 2013 19:32:11 +0300

Doha Film Institute Unveils Expanded Film Grants Programme:

Doha Film Institute (DFI) today unveiled at the Cannes Film Festival a…

Pay attention to Theeb by Naji Abu Nowar.

The Gaza Kitchen - The Mosaic Rooms

Thu, 02 May 2013 08:16:16 +0300

Food for the soul for the London crowd. Join Anissa Helou in conversation with the authors of The Gaza Kitchen Laila El-Haddad and Maggie Schmitt at The Mosaic Rooms, May 8th.

Ali Al Jabri Exhibition Design

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 01:00:16 +0300

Ali Al Jabri Exhibition Design:

The Ali Jabri Foundation, was an exhibition design opportunity for the late Jordanian artist Ali Jabri. The permanent gallery was opened in 2010.

The exhibit has since been dismantled.

by Hrair

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 10:27:00 +0300

by Hrair

zamaaanawal: #Petra, #Jordan, 1965. #modelsinthemiddleeast

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 14:01:16 +0300

zamaaanawal:

#Petra, #Jordan, 1965. #modelsinthemiddleeast

zamaaanawal: King Faisal at the UN with Yoda, 1945 (artwork by...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:57:33 +0300

zamaaanawal:

King Faisal at the UN with Yoda, 1945 (artwork by the brilliant @shaweesh_ ) #aprilfools

From Ramallah to Jerusalem, roaming wine seller, circa 1930....

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 07:25:00 +0300

From Ramallah to Jerusalem, roaming wine seller, circa 1930. Archive.

سيدة المقام العراقي فريدة - طالعة من بيت أبوها

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 06:30:38 +0300

سيدة المقام العراقي فريدة - طالعة من بيت أبوها

قصيدة ستي أم عطا - تميم البرغوثي

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 06:27:25 +0300

قصيدة ستي أم عطا - تميم البرغوثي

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:22:37 +0300

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)

Movies

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 09:21:35 +0300

Movies:

ANA is back for it’s second year with a pick of 12 award-winning films from a bevy of exciting Arab directors working today. May 30 - June 5, 2013, NY.

Photo

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:51:11 +0300

موسيقى جوهر و شيباتاس - علّمنيMusique Jawhar & Shibatas -...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 12:18:00 +0300

موسيقى جوهر و شيباتاس - علّمني
Musique Jawhar & Shibatas - Allemni

h/t @AmerSweidan

البرنامج - فرقه مشروع ليلي

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 21:53:32 +0300

البرنامج - فرقه مشروع ليلي

“الفرعي” حفل موسيقيطارق أبو كويك يقدم...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:06:50 +0300

“الفرعي” حفل موسيقي
طارق أبو كويك يقدم “الفرعي” لأول مرة في فلسطين، وهو عرض لأغانٍ تتطرّق إلى قضايا الحب والدين والسياسة، مسلطّاً الضوء على الانقسامات الطبقيّة، والسياسات النيوليبرالية السائدة في فلسطين والأردن على حد سواء. يقدّم “الفرعي” عرضه الحميم واللمّاح بمزيج من الكلام المغنى والمحكي المنظوم على موسيقى الراب. مثيراً لدى الجمهور أسئلة غير متوقعة من خلال أفكاره جريئة.

طارق أبو كويك عازف إيقاع وكاتب أغاني يتخذ من ضفتي نهر الأردن، حيث ينتمي، نقطة انطلاقه. “الفرعي” بالعربية هو الذي يقع في الهامش بخلاف المتن، وهو ما اختاره عنوانا لمشروعه في موسيقى الراب.

Tareq Abu Kweik presents “El Far3i” for the first time in Palestine, an acoustic set that moves between stories of love, religion and politics, while protesting class divides and neo-liberal policies plaguing both Jordan and Palestine. A combination of melodic singing and spoken words that break into rap verses, “El Far3i” is an intimate and witty performance that teases audiences with unexpected questions and daring statements.

A percussionist and lyricist, Tareq Abu Kweik takes the banks of the River Jordan, his home, as his starting point. “El Far3i”—meaning “secondary” in Arabic— is a metaphor for a voice from the margins or sidelines, which gives his solo rap project its name.

خلي الكاميرات تصور- طارق ابو كويك

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:01:44 +0300

خلي الكاميرات تصور- طارق ابو كويك

Annie sakkab - Social Documentary Photography and Photojournalism. - strip search

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 10:13:49 +0300

Annie sakkab - Social Documentary Photography and Photojournalism. - strip search:

Toronto Portrait and Social Documentary Photographer, Photojournalist

How a drink downed by Arab mystics went global

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 09:52:06 +0300

How a drink downed by Arab mystics went global

Tate brings Choucair into the canon

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 08:36:00 +0300

Tate brings Choucair into the canon:

Tate Modern is showcasing a major retrospective of Lebanese artist Saloua Raouda Choucair’s work.

Works from the 97-year-old artist, who is a pioneer of abstract art in the Middle East, are on show for the first time in the UK.

Safe space for art strikes a chord in Yemen

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 16:46:41 +0300

Safe space for art strikes a chord in Yemen:

AlJazeera:

Sanaa, Yemen - Yemeni entrepreneur Taysir al-Sharki reaches into her self-designed purse embellished in sitara fabric - a pattern usually reserved for old women’s dresses - to pull out her ringing mobile phone.

But an old woman she is not. The 42-year-old Sharki greets the caller while pouring tea for the dozen artists gathered in her vast new art gallery in Yemen’s dusty capital.

The excited chatter of the young artists gathered in the Raufa Hassan Gallery stops as they see Sharki’s face drop. A Yemeni security official is the caller. Rumours have been swirling that her art gallery is actually an illicit nightclub, they say. Officers will be paying her a visit soon.

Meanwhile, Omr Sa’d - the harmonica player for 3 Meters Away - the activist band in residence at the gallery - notices his own phone ringing. Sa’d already knows the call is bad news: the unknown number is a member of his large, conservative family who is threatening his life for playing rock music.

Finally, Sharki hangs up her phone, looking daunted…continue on AlJazeera