Sunday, April 9

The Play

I have to make a transition from my previous post, I know! It is not easy because the previously mentioned issues really trouble me and are on my mind all the time.
So let us try to celebrate for now the freedom of humans we encounter where oppression is not put on the daily menu (long may it live, the freedom that is!) What a privilege! Or is it a given?
To see young adults cast a play, act on stage, be their theatrical self is extraordinary. I had the opportunity to do just that. For the last two nights I enjoyed the play of my daughters 10th grade production.
I am also glad that they didn't have to costume themselves into obligatory burkahs' (in other words, cover their whole body including their face in some kind of cloth) as they are ordered to do in Muslim countries.
The play was a comedy spiced with societal - critical undertones.
Was good and well acted.This play would have never been allowed to be produced in 2006 in any Muslim country - despite that there was no sex, no drugs and no rock'n roll in its content. The mere issue that woman were to be allowed to show themselves, even in a modest way, and act would have been an infraction and a crime to produce severe punishement...
But this is supposed to be a "transitional" post towards happier grounds. So let me end with a beautiful poem ... No, I changed my mind, so let me end with saying: It is worth your while to get informed and gulp down the negatives of our world, but it is even more serene to focus on issues that might eventually make a difference in our societies - even if those steps of yours be minute at first.
Your effort and intentions do matter! Don't count them out.

3 comments:

Lindsay Lobe said...

What happened to the other recording with your daugter? which you were going to post on your blog.

I have now put a link on my blog to yours so its easier to keep up with your interesting posts

best wishes

Granny said...

Zee, I talked about it on granny but don't know if you get over there at all.

Our church held a combination potluck and seder presided over by the Rabbi whose congregation uses one of our rooms for their sabbath. Music was provided by our small choir and the Rescue Mission choir (led by a fundamentalist)

One of our retired schoolteachers washed the feet of one of our lesbian members (also a schoolteacher).

We're doing what we can.

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