Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: June 10, 2009
THE CAST
Lazarus (Shown in red)
Mary, his sister (Shown in blue)
Martha, his sister (Shown in green)
The mother of Lazarus (Shown in purple)
Philip, a disciple (Shown in pink)
A Madman (Shown in orange)
Stage notes are shown in grey
Non spoken parts are in italics
THE SCENE
The garden outside of [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: June 10, 2009
There are in the Middle East today two challenging ideas: old and new. The old ideas will vanish because they are weak and exhausted. There is in the Middle East an awakening that defies slumber. This awakening will conquer because the sun is its leader and the dawn is its army.
In the [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: April 20, 2009
The professors in the academy say, “Do not make the model more beautiful than she is,” and my soul whispers, “O if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is.”
(Extract from one of Gibran’s letters dated 8th November 1908)
Each and every one of us, dear Mary, must have a [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: April 18, 2009
What do you seek, my countrymen?
Do you desire that I build for you gorgeous palaces, decorated with words of empty meaning or temples roofed with dreams?
Do you command me to destroy what the liars and tyrants have built?
Shall I uproot with my fingers what the hypocrites and the wicked have implanted?
Speak your insane [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: April 13, 2009
Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition and whose branches grow in the power of continuity. My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings its way into the sea. Then it rises as [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: March 9, 2009
Why are you weeping, my Soul?
Knowest thou my weakness?
Thy tears strike sharp and injure,
For I know not my wrong.
Until when shalt thou cry?
I have naught but human words to interpret your dreams,
Your desires, and your instructions.
Look upon me, my Soul;
I have consumed my full life heeding your teachings.
Think of how I suffer!
I have exhausted my [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: March 9, 2009
Kahlil Gibran wrote the following during the First World War (1914 to 1918), a time when many places, including Lebanon, were struck by famine. At the time of writing he was living in Boston in the United States.
Dead are my people, gone are my people, but I exist yet, lamenting them in [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: February 21, 2009
When the night of the twelfth aeon fell,
And silence, the high tide of night, swallowed the hills,
The three earth-born gods, the Master Titans of life,
Appeared upon the mountains.
Rivers ran about their feet;
The mist floated across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they spoke, and like distant thunder
Their voices rolled over the [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: February 21, 2009
The Wanderer
I met him at the crossroads, a man with but a cloak and a staff, and a veil of pain upon his face. And we greeted one another, and I said to him, “Come to my house and be my guest.”
And he came.
My wife and my children met us at the threshold, and he [...]
Posted by: Sohail Ahmed Shaikh on: February 11, 2009
You have your Lebanon and its dilemma. I have my Lebanon and its beauty. Your Lebanon is an arena for men from the West and men from the East.
My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadow and rising in the evening [...]