اسبوع يفصلني عن لقاك

افكر وأحلم في هذا اللقاء
وفي القصص التي سوف أحملها معي بين امتعتي
لارويها لك وانا بين إحضانك
قصتي لعشقك الذي لا اعرف متى بدء
قصتي لعشق من قصوا لي قصتك بشغف
قصتي مع أولادك الذين ماتوا
احمل قصصي وآتي لأسمع قصصك
أتي على امل ان أعود محملة بزيتون
استبدله بمساحات القصص التي سوف نرويها
أتي لتبدأ قصة عشقي لك مباشرة
من دون ان اعشق رجل من رجالك ليسرب الحب بيننا
من دون ان أحزن لالم آخرين
أتي
وانا اعلم
سوف اتالم
سوف يكون هناك وجع
وانا أراك معصوبه اليدين
وانا أراى الجدار
وانا اراهم يتصرفون باعضائك وكأنك معصومة العينين
اتوق لرؤياك مع كل الألم الذي سيحتوي اللقاء
اتوق لرؤياك رغم الألم
ولتصبح علاقتنا دون وسيط
اريد ان اتلمسك
واتظلل بظلك
ونمشي سويا
أتي لاسمع قصصك في زوايا القرى
وصوت النساء الذين عرفوك
أتي لاصف لهم جمالك باعتزاز
وعطرك
وأولادك
أتي لاستبدل الخيال بالواقع
لاستبدل اعرفها بتعرفني
أتي لتعرفينني
أنا التي كتبت لك الكثير
أنا التي وصثفتك قبل ان نلتقي
ودمعت الكثير
اتوق للقاءنا يا
فلسطين

دعوة لمتطوعين شباب

يشكل مشروع حكايا خلاصة سنوات عدة من التعاون والحوار ما بين أفراد ومجموعات مختلفة في العالم العربي بخصوص مركزية "القصة" في نمو الفرد والمجتمع. يجمع هذا المشروع ما بين فنانين، مؤرخين شفويين، حكائين، وتربويين في شبكة، مجاورات، ورشات عمل، بدأ المشروع في شهر آب 2007، وأنشطتة متعددة منها موقع إلكتروني بالعربية والإنجليزية والفرنسية http://www.hakaya.org/ ، قاعدة بيانات "حكائين بلا حدود"، بالإضافة إلى مهرجان متنقل بحيث يتصدى للقصة بأشكالها المختلفة ويعرض كيف تغني المسرح والفنون ومحو الأمية وتكوين الهوية والحوار عبر الثقافات.

ملتقى حكايا هو مهرجان سنوي يقيمه مسرح البلد للسنة الثانية على التوالي، سيعقد لهذا العام في شهر نيسان / ابريل المقبل خلال الفترة من 9-13/4/2009.

وبناءاً عليه يعلن "ملتقى حكايا" فتح باب التطوع لكل شاب/ة لديهم الرغبة في مشاركتنا لإنجاح هذا الحدث الثقافي واكتساب الخبرة وذلك من خلال التطوع في إحدى اللجان التالية:

· اللجنة الفنية ( تقنيات العروض )
· لجنة تنسيق المهرجان ( الدعاية والمطبوعات، الرعاية والتمويل )
· لجنة مقهى الحكايات ( تنسيق العروض في المقاهي )
· اللجنة الإعلامية ( صحافة وإعلام، الموقع الإلكتروني، تواصل جماهيري )
· لجنة شؤون الفرق وضيوف المهرجان ( برنامج الفرق اليومي، مواصلات الفرق الداخلية، استقبال من وإلى المطار وغيره، وجبات طعام وإقامة الفرق والضيوف )
· اللجنة المالية ( تذاكر،محاسبة )
· لجنة العروض الخارجية ( تنسيق العروض خارج عمان )


أرجو العمل على تعبئة الطلب أدناه، بتاريخ اقصاه 15/3/2009، او التواصل معنا مباشرة على الملتقى التربوي العربي هاتف رقم 5687557 - 06


ترسل كافة الطلبات إلى البريد الإلكتروني: toleen@hakaya.orgللمزيد من المعلومات حول "حكايا" الرجاء زيارة

لتعبئة الطلب http://www.hakaya.org/att_doc/call_for_volunteers.doc

http://www.hakaya.org/

Tunisia… the country of Doors… opens doors…

Since my critical political knowledge is still naïve… I will keep on ignoring the big mess taking place in my beloved country……. And I will keep blogging about the people, ideas, words, places and things I fall in love with… at least it's one of things I know how to talk about… falling in love has been always something I know how to master well…..

Tunis… an Arab state with a French ambiance… an old souk next to French style street cafes…. "Ey3ayshak" followed by a series of French terms I personally fail to understand… a city where time took a central position between its streets, making out of each second grace…
I got back with a camera filled with 67 doors pictures… a sign of a beginning of mild obsession…. Or severe… I wonder… Hammamat experience was great, I was inspired there!

The town of Sidi Bou Saïd is famous for its bright blue doors - matching the color of the intensely blue sky. The Andalusian style doors are too artistic to resist taking a picture of. Going to Sidi Bou Said like a tourist ,without a Tunisian friend made me miss tasting the Bambaloni! And you cannot reach that place and miss the best sweet on this universe! Thanks to Malek, I tried the Bambaloni in the evening…. And OMG! I now fail to accept the idea that our sweet is actually knafeh or Tamrieh!! My official national sweet is now Bambaloni whether it's nationally accepted or not!
Nisrene and Hala been just amazing in helping me get the best deals for my ceramic doors collection…and find the doors and take good pictures... the time we spent at the souk is just unforgettable… ... Balkees with her beautiful smile, Mohammad Ali, Malek and Omar… having the pine tea with all of you by the sea was just wonderful….

My life been crazy since I came back, and it's been hard to get myself to write anything about Tunisia… and yesterday I wrote a poem on the old stairways of Amman… and I thought I won't post anything before I post for Tunisia… Tunisia deserves a good post…..

My favorite word is certainly "e3ayshak" after it comes "barsha"
You cannot reach Hammamat and not do a "Harkos" (Tunisian Tatoo): mine is starting to fade now…
The best scent : "Mashmoom elful" (Jasmine), sold in every street..
The best object: doors, all doors opened doors and stairs that lead to doors…
The best tea: Tunisian tea with pine! Yes pine, and they don’t call it "snobar" they call it "bondok" like we call the hazelnut! But it's really good!! Good enough to drag my jasmine tea down the list of my favorite drinks.

I came back with a clear idea of how I will decorate my Art studio… bright blue will certainly be the main theme… and all the great art work I bought will hang carelessly on my walls… next to the pictures of doors I took…. It will be a Tunisian inspiration…

I was blessed in my trip, something about the obsession of the doors and starting to find them and observe them between the allies made me find doors within my own universe… opened doors that I didn’t notice earlier… and doors I knew it was time to close…… a woman who does handmade carpets for living in the old souk, tied three threads of wool from her carpet around my wrist when I spoke Arabic and said "Baraka"! that was my favorite moment in the whole trip, and the three threads are still around my wrist, ironically the colors are very similar to the colors of the Jordanian flag , only if the dark blue was black.

Some of my favorite taken pictures ( Many pictures I took had one bird in the picture, which i found intersting)

Her Fairy Tale Dream....

She rouse from the comfy Barbie bed…. Expecting the fairy tale imagery to continue… expecting a perfect image of what getting married and living away from family would be like… would feel like …
Part of her, was always not ready to know that life isn't perfect… part of her lives endlessly in a fairy tale… and seeing that Barbie bed, made the possibility for a fairy tale story build in her mind…..

Reality was never as perfect as her dreams… at a certain point… she had to listen and know.. that life isn't perfect… that it is hard to live away… away from the first human bonds created, away from family… sister.. brother… parents…

Having a sense of physical distance…. Detachment….. '3orbeh…. was painful.... as sad as imperfect as it seems.. it's reality that started to destruct the mental fairy tale expected… For a girl who made a decision to always witness reality from her angel.. .. in a room next to the barbie room…. watching tears tell a story of pain… of longing… was difficult… but yet… with every tear… they both would hear the laughter of the most adorable children… which makes it all.. worthwhile … in her eyes… that's what made life PERFECT… that laughter was always the echo of cries…. that longing's shadow is certianly true love…

Hakaya

She enters a tree room, where the energy is so full of questions, concerns and rich content. Lost between big words and high values, she questions her knowledge, beliefs and ideas. And here she goes, a great inspiration by Munir Fasheh, he suggests the value of stories in creating, inheriting, learning and remembering knowledge. A concept that totally attracts her. In a room lit by the view of the old city and the enlightenment of the audience. She decides to start posting her stories. And here she is While searching for the missing content found what could be missing from her journey's documentation, Hakaya as Munir says. While thinking of the idea, endless flashbacks started bombing in her little head, stories that probably formed her as a person, some added to her characteristics and others which could have helped in not emerging certain traits ; childhood stories, inspirational occasions, and love stories. She suddenly finds out she has endless stories to talk about. Being a person who is always in love, with someone, some place or idea. She has endless love stories to speak of….....

Uncivilized!!

There was something attractive about this effortless man. A man with humble plain clothes, button less , colorless linen shirt, and an artistic looking hair. The way he walks is so free of complications and sophistication. He carries no image but the image of himself, a HUMAN. He was standing near the table, grabbed a cookie, so I thought of handing him a plate, so I did. And he refused saying " Thanks I'm not that civilized!" and I never knew, such a statement about a man would turn my alarm bills on, by just calling himself UNCIVILIZED! Having witnessed 22 summers of my life , I do find it such an interesting part of my journey , attraction to the uncivilized. I always thought that my perfect image of a man is a handsome guy, dressed in a suit, walking in straight lines, shaved, with short fixed hair. And the guy in the suit comes and leaves and I don’t even turn my face. Or to be accurate when I did turn it, I regretted it! This uncivilized man, comes from nowhere, heading to nowhere, as if he owns all the freedom in the world by being un-civilized. He passes and totally grabs my attention to a human characteristic I'm totally drawn to. By knowing who he is, he made me realize allot about my own self. I was always attracted to two main divine worlds and wished I can try to breathe there for few summers. Those two worlds were Wadi Rum, and off course Menia in Egypt ( Elsa3eed)! I always knew I'm attracted to this untouched nature, this truthfulness in earth. But knowing that un-civilization is what draws me magnetized in humans as well is something interesting! Recalling that incident makes me really embarrassed, I wish there was a camera that took a shot of me when this man said that he's not that civilized. I remember I stared!! But I wonder how I stared!! Lol!!