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2 The Trap
4 Doors Shut by the Wind
6 A Beautiful Face
2 October 2009
T h e T r a p
By Amnna al Rabia
Translated by Muna Yahya al Battashi
In Arabic, the connotations of a trap include meanings touching documentary films, there was a film titled “A
relating to hunting and taking something by deception. I Child from Gaza Narrating his Suffering”. No doubt that
personally do not intend to trap you! The different traps there were many viewers who watched the movies as a
that we easily fall into each and every day are as numerous set or parts of a whole. However, what surprised me was
and as they are countless. For example, those who watch dealing with such subjects and promoting it via email under
the news on specialized or frivolous satellite channels an ugly title: “I Challenge all Gulf Children and Sheikhs”.
realize that they have been trapped. Similarly, whoever All wars are not unfairly justified as Ms. Susan Sonntag
watches those superficial music video-clips that are steeped announced in her anti-American war against Vietnam
in silliness and triviality, realize it. And what shall we say several times. Thus, who is trapped here through the
regarding those amusing games which are exorbitantly promotion of a documentary series via an email with the
Editorial Supervision expensive, where you realize that it’s a trapped stupidity evil-like title? And how are the children of the Gulf related
Azza Al Kindi or a stupid trap. Also, there are the poorly dubbed series, to this issue? And why throw childhood into the barbarian
Hammal Al Belushi as well as the recently emerged satellite channels, and the culture of nowadays? The concept of reciprocal criteria had
hit by «Ashaloot»*. In conclusion, the viewer is easy prey affected everyone, those near far, the sympathizers and the
for the hunter. non-sympathizers. What if the child was left to talk, with
Editors the turbulent emergence of emotions, without drawling
However the trap that I intend to write about is a very special
Thomas Roche and without those who add a hostile title that can be heard
one, which we encounter by reading the second scene
Salim Al Kindi among some of the Arab intellectuals? Would it change the
from the third chapter of the Hamlet. The main character,
Dalal Al Attabi powers that be’s degree of compassion toward this issue
Hamlet, enters with two or three actors. He says:
Muna Al Battashi or would it ultimately bring justice? Let us read the child’s
“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to dialogue which narrated his suffering:
Text Selection you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, “… No bed to sleep on, no food, no water and no electricity.
Badr AL Jahwari What a wasted life! This is Israel’s biggest blockade. They
as many of your players do, I had as lief the
Aysha Al Saifi see how we are thrown in here; we don’t play, laugh, learn
town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
or watch kids’ programs. When we turn on the television,
Graphics Selection too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; we just see funerals, deaths and wars. We don’t watch kids’
Safaa Al Nabhani programs to entertain ourselves and to learn from them.
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
They don’t show cartoons here. They are keeping us in here
Public Relations the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget like beggars. This blockade has been here for almost two
Umayma Al Harthi years and we haven’t had any advantage from it…etc.”
a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
Ahmed Al Hadhrami
offends me to the soul to hear a robustious The above sentences leapt from the child’s tongue
Design by leniently. He didn’t drawl like others. As viewers, we fall
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to into many traps. They consider the child’s narration of
Mahmoud Al Hosni
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who this daily misery of the blockade, which some of the Arab
intellectuals and academics promote under the domination
Special Thanks to: for the most part are capable of nothing but
of the reciprocal concepts and contradictions as part of life.
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such The scene revealed some dark sides of human thinking, and
• Society for Fine Arts at Sultan
a fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it stresses the need for enlightenment against the domination
Qaboos University
of two-sided concepts and contradictory emotions and
• Photography Society at Sultan out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it. reactions, without the availability of moderation in
Qaboos University Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion judgment, or self-criticism. The child’s scene elaborates
for us what is happening today, or will happen later if
• Department of Public Realations be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
intelligent destruction persists in its work in bombing the
& Information word to the action; with this special o’erstep not viewers from the inside using the killer’s tools.
the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is
from the purpose of playing.”
In one of the documentary films that accompanied the *Ashaloot: to kick someone at the rear
invasion of Gaza, a documentary series was presented
on Al Jazeera named “Stories from Gaza”. Among those
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A S o l i t a r y C O N C E R T
By: Zahran Al Qasmi
Translated by: Sara Al Sheyadi
O, mountains To the other bank, And these horizons would be full of you..
Welcome your straying son, Where warmth and butterflies are, Perhaps I would not see you then,
Take him to your tender and warm bosom, And let him bid you a farewell at the first But I beg you,
station of travel.
Grant him a last wish: Stand for awhile by my remains,
Take his shabby things with you,
To become a rock; And pray for me…
And hope that he would forget his memory,
To stand on your peaks,
To start again;
Mocking the beautiful flowers O, night
But do not leave him an address or ID,
That bloom on the bottom, Rising from the chest
And if you could change his features, do so,
Where there is mud and remains of nations. Of a small bird spattered with rain;
Morning is waiting for him there,
O, mountains Its feathers were blown by the wind;
With its wonderful surprises.
Return with him, Rising from a large heart that fills up
imagination with loneliness and fear,
“The Heir of the Ibex”
O, sun Give me a poke at the gate of your misty
Accept him,
world:
I looked for you everywhere,
Even if he is a hermit monster,
I enjoy seeing them shattered,
In the books and in the ancient manuscripts,
Who believes your valleys to be
Walking to their endless absence,
In the peddlers’ sacks,
The Promised Temple.
And I enjoy collecting their tears like rain,
In the luxurious cars,
To be carried to countries reposing under the
In the stations of a long journey,
O, wind, sand’s roots.
In death.
The wanderer’s amulet, I would sell you their children with their
Frivolity urged him not to mess around your hearts
nest, When I was exhausted, That are full of toys, and mornings
But he left the barking of his solicitudes in the You almost rose from my buried dream, embroidered with Lapis.
middle of the road.. I would feed you their eyes,
Fearing destitution.
You would not have been the obstacle of Which I would grill,
Here I am, stumbling in the darkness,
survival,
And upon my blood, its bats are fed. And you would drink their tears until you
When you dwelled in his bag in the past become drunk…
I hear the howling of its wild animals,
You were eating from whatever he threw of
his appealing.. Echoing in all directions.
O, wind, No doubt,
Carry the bird you raised in his hands, O, sun, you would come
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4 October 2009
Doors Shut by
t h e
By: Samaa Issa
W i n d
Translated by: Azza Al Kindi
(1) asking me to dance. Mad Saeed come dance with slow death.
me…Don’t even dream of it.”
After being diagnosed with leprosy, he was Where have all these people gone? The stony
deported from his hometown. He was sent away Sergeant Abbas: “I said, shut up, and do what stairs lead to a small room inhabited by a blind
from among the shimmering green date-palm you’re told!” old man. He didn’t ask, “Who are you?» or
trees of his home to the isolation of the leper «Where did you come from?» He called out to a
Mad Saeed: “I don’t give a fig about your orders.
colony, at the yawning mouth of a tired old valley young girl and asked her to bring coffee in small
I’m wearing my wizar. Got it? These trousers are
extending through indifferent mountains. Every cups and dates. Afterwards, he started speaking
for you, your soldiers and any other women you
night before dark, the leper would sneak out to sorrowfully: everything in this village was killed;
can find to order around.”
his old house in the midst of the palm trees, linger not a palm tree, nor a single plant remained alive.
at a distance and watch his children with tears Sergeant Abbas (to his soldiers): “Right. That’s We resorted to living in caves. The bombing had
welling in his eyes. When he saw that they had it. Teach him a lesson that he won’t forget for the been a senseless act after everything had been
had their dinner and gone to bed, he would trudge rest of his life.” destroyed. I watched the pilot chasing something
off back to the colony. Mad Saeed was bashed from one cell to the next in the village. I tried to find out what it was but
until he ended up in a horrid little room with a I could see nothing. Eventually, I saw a puppy
The lepers had been removed to this new colony
dank rusting refrigerator in it. He was crammed running. The pilot skirted along the main road
under the reign of Imam Sultan bin Saif after a
into it, all legs and elbows, locked in, and it was dropping bombs as he gained on and overtook
tragedy had befallen the town. The old colony was
pushed up against the wall so that he couldn’t the dog. He was trying to annihilate the last
located along a deep-reaching path penetrating
even hear the dungeon’s doors being bolted. living thing in the village. The puppy apparently
the mountains between Izki and Rustaq. One
enjoyed the game hiding behind thrown up rubble
sweaty day, a leper got up and left the colony and Sergeant Abbas only meant to keep him there for only to reappear and tempt fate.
walked to Rustaq. The sweltering heat of the sun ten minutes, so that he’d collapse and agree to
dried him out on his march and by the time he wear the standard issue inmate trousers. One of
reached the first of the farms along the fringes the officers returned from Saeed’s cell and gave
of a settlement his mind was focused only on his his boss the key. The Sergeant started yawning,
thirst. So, he stopped near one of the falajes that stretched his legs on the table and sank into a
were running along the track. He held out a cup, deep smug sleep until dawn.
quivering, hoping someone would pass by and
help him get some water from the falaj. He was He woke up with a start and shouted at his soldiers,
careful that neither he nor his cup would touch “Quickly! Go and release Saeed!”
the water, he knew if it did that his illness would The soldiers hurried and opened all the cells,
pass on to people of the town. For a day or two one after the other. When they finally found
he stayed there waiting patiently for someone to and opened the refrigerator, Saeed was an ice-
come along. Time flowed by, the hours passed. In cube. He was taken out of it and put into a larger
the end he died of thirst. refrigerator used for corpses.
When his body was found with the cup clasped in “Bit of a blunder there Abbas. Could be
his hand with his desperate eyes looking longingly embarrassing for us all here. I don’t want that sort
at the water, Imam Sultan ordered that the colony of thing happening again. Am I making myself
be relocated to AlGhashab in Rustaq. This leper clear?” admonished the commissioner.
colony had kept its name until now.
“Sorry sir, I was exhausted.”
“Very good Abbas, I can over look it this time.”
(2)
“Yes sir, I promise I’ll never sleep again when
When mad Saeed was taken to jail, he was ordered there is someone in the refrigerator.”
to take off his wizar1 and put on trousers instead.
The order had come from Sergeant Abbas. “Right Abbas”
your trousers. Not in this lifetime. Next you’ll be tranquility inspires in you the feeling of a quiet
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The pilot, who had emptied his load, returned
to base for another supply. The puppy never
appeared again, but the pilot did, only to become
Samaa Issa ..
Identity and
furious scattering his bombs over the remains of
the village. In our caves, we talked about those
bombardiers. Where have all these grudges
towards people and nature come from? How do
their hearts bear all this hatred that could swallow
Authenticity
the earth and the heavens? The pilot left and never
came back to our village again.
I got out of the cave and looked for the puppy
but didn’t find it. He probably realized that the
battle in this village was over and he had emerged
victorious. So, he disappeared into the lofty By: Dr. Zakariya Al Mahrami
mountains and never to return. Translated by: Azza Al Kindi
(4)
They were walking naked in a desert, individually Much has changed through establishing an authentic
Omani literary identity. True content and style have
and in groups. Whips were striking their
been abandoned and replaced by themes. Creativity
bloodstained backs. I couldn’t see but could hear appears to have disappeared. Unfortunately, Western
them. Women watching from the surrounding and Eastern standards have been applied to Arabic and
mountains were wailing. Children’s eyes were particularly Omani texts.
staring at a dismal void.
This conflict between modernism and authenticity
A green tree appeared in front of them. They ran has resulted in the absence of an Omani identity. We
towards it while their whips were running after are unable to differentiate between a text from an
them, drinking blood from their shredded backs. Omani writer smelling of the warm sea mingled with
Beside the tree was a spring from which a fairy frankincense and a Western writer describing the North
emerged. She said to them: “I’ll not stop you from Winds.
drinking water. Wash your backs and drink. When Only a few works show literary creativity that can
you leave, don’t walk but crawl on your stomachs identify them as the writer. Samaa Issa’s writings
so that the whips don’t reach your backs but will describe the Omani countryside, its geography and
beat the air.” natural beauty. He incorporates all a list of features
that are truly Omani. By using the familiar tools and
They crept away. Yet, the whips still reached instruments from our historic past, a certain intimacy
them. They found another tree near a spring and is created with the Omani reader. Authors who use
again a fairy emerged. She said to them: “Creep foreign settings in their works alienate the Omani
on your bellies so that the whips don’t reach your people.
backs.” They continued creeping on their bellies.
His texts retell myths and legends that have been
When they reached the entrance to the town, they handed down through the generations.
tried to stand up and go in. Yet, their bellies were
stuck in the sand and there was no way they could His texts incorporate a religious identity, which has
get free. They stayed like that until the wind blew some Sufi touches. He speaks about “the mosque’s
door, the Imam, the Qura’an school and the village
up and covered their bodies. No one ever heard
worshiper”. He demonstrates that Islamic rituals are
of them again. On the mountains, women stopped part of his identity. Unlike those who support their
wailing. The children’s eyes kept staring into the texts with western literary and philosophical quotes,
void realizing that nothingness was the master of Samaa uses quotes from the Holy Qura’an, “And
the desert2 . indeed the Hereafter is better for you than the present
(life of this world) ** And verily, your Lord will give
you (all good) so that you shall be well-pleased”, Suart
Footnotes:
Footnotes: Ad-Diha: 3-4.
1
Imam Sultan bin Saif Al Yarubi is the second Imam of
1
A wrapper worn by Omani men instead of trousers In his works we do not find passion discussed but rather
the Ya’aruba Dynasty. He ruled Oman in 1640.
the poetry of Iman Sultan bin Saif1and Abu Muslim Al
2
Editor’s note: I feel myself forced here to quote Nietzsche
Bahlani2. We also find other references to his purity in 2
Abu Muslim Al Bahlani is Nassir bin Salim Al
who wrote: If you stare long enough into the void, the void his speeches with Baudelaire. In these, he proclaims Bahlani Al Rawahi. He is an Omani scientist and poet
stares back at you. his commitment to the Omani identity.
We are in great need of writers such as Samaa Issa to
continue to write and report on the true Omani identity
and heritage.
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face..
By: Lina Al Belushi
Translated by: Safaa Al Nabhani
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ROSO’s last concert of the year on 17 June, 2009 was a work from Mozart’s earlier years prior to his move to not resolved in Tristan until the final chord, hundred
unique and selective. It capped another successful year Vienna in 1781, it has the feel of ardent youth. Some of of pages later. The resolution of the famous “Tristan
for ROSO within an intimate and less extravagant Mozart’s new innovations to the concerto include the Chord” in the orchestra matched the unification in
setting, marked by unpopular, yet significant, works solo entry in the finale prior to the standard tutti by the death of Tristan and Isolde on stage as the lovers
from outside the canon of Western music. The orchestra. Soloist William Bennett played flawlessly expire in each other’s arms.
program included pieces from the 18th, 19th, and 20th but at times seemed intrusive to the conductor’s role
Franck’s Symphony in D is noted for its sweeping
century and ranged in its harmonic depth from tonal to in dictating the pace and the dramatic unfolding of the
lyricism. The opening theme is not only dissonant but
romantic to post-modern. work. Additionally, his performance at times struck
highly organic as it evolves throughout the work as a
me as dull and uninspiring, especially in the slow
The first piece was by the English composer of unifying element in the symphony. Unlike Berlioz’s
movement as his rendition lacked passion and melodic
German/Irish descent Alec Roth’s entitled Fandangle. fantastique, however, Franck’s symphony is in three
breadth needed for this lyrical movement. Bennett did
Influenced by Javanese Gamelan and Eastern music, movement format compared to the standard four
not seem to play with a great sense of urgency and his
Roth’s work is written for a large orchestra and featured movement structure. The second movement combines
parts sounded rather choppy at times. Many factors can
highly playful, but difficult rhythmic syncopations. the traditional slow and dance movements of the
attribute to this, including his repeated performance of
Guest conductor Simon Wright has already recorded inner movements of the symphony framed by faster
this standard piece in the repertory and throughout his
the piece on a CD in 2004 and it was most likely a movements. While the three movement layout remind
lengthy career.
piece that was promoted the conductor for his visit to us of the early emergence of the symphony in the
Oman. Overall, the work served as a brief and colorful eighteenth century, the cyclical use of his short themes
Following intermission, the audience was treated to a
overture to an evening united by the musical tonal area and the manipulation of them through variations are
rare French symphony by the composer, teacher, and
of D, both major and minor in the works of Mozart features of the avant-garde of the day. In the clashing
organist of Belgian birth César Franck (1822-1890).
and Franck. of the sound, Franck’s symphony emulates the spiritual
In the nineteenth-century, the symphony was largely
sound of the organ with its slithering chromaticism
a German genre dominated by Beethoven, Schubert,
The next piece was Mozart’s Flute Concerto in D. It is and master control over dynamics through crescendos
Mendelssohn, Brahms, Bruckner, and Mahler. In 1830,
a composition initially conceived as an oboe concerto and decrescendos.
however, French composer Hector Berlioz caused
in C major, K. 314 composed in 1777 for oboist
sensations throughout Europe with the premier of his Lastly, the swinging lyrical themes of the symphony
Giuseppe Ferlendis. The next year, Mozart transposed
radical Symphonie fantastique. Considered the first are balanced with dance tunes that give the symphony
the concerto to D and the concerto became standard
fully explicit programmatic symphony, Berlioz built a distinct French texture harking back to the operas of
in flute repertory. Mozart’s significance in writing
on Beethoven’s innovations and wrote his massive five Lully that celebrated the glory of Louis XIV and his
concertos lies in his elevation of its dramatic depth
movement symphony unified by one single idea that passion for dance.
and virtuosity at a time he was seeking a permanent
repeated throughout the symphony. Berlioz referred to
position as an opera composer in Vienna. In his more In its final concert of the 2009 season, ROSO played
this motif as the idée fixe, or fixation, which stood for
mature and influential piano concerti, Mozart utilized and inspiring concert where it combined Mozart’s
the composer’s obsession with his beloved and future
the solo as a powerful rebellious force, voicing its elegance and sublime youth of his flute concerto
wife Harriett Smithson (see example below). Noted for
dismay of society’s constraints. In music, this is done with Franck’s avant-garde symphony. Despite the
its length and irregular phrasing, the idée fixe stands
through its harmonic role of modulation, challenging symphony’s harsh dissonances, there was excitement
in sharp contrasts to Beethoven’s four note theme of
the tonal center established by the orchestra in a and tremendous energy in the concert hall in the
his Fifth Symphony. This approach was central to
dramatic defiance. The concerto is also known for its second half of the concert. Most impressive was the
Franck’s symphony, which is also unified, albeit less
wonderful cadenzas strategically located toward the English horn, who managed to shine through the
intrusively, by its opening theme.
end of the movement. These were often improvised bombastic sounds of the brass with sensuous lyricism
by Mozart in his piano concerti, but he also wrote Influenced by Beethoven, Berlioz, Meyerbeer, Liszt, and polished accuracy. ROSO seems more happy and
them out for his pupils. In the eighteenth century, and Wagner, Franck adopted the idea of cyclicism into comfortable in its newly renovated hall at the Oman
these improvised segments were meant to showcase his symphony. Franck heard Wagner’s Tristan und Auditorium where it can project the beauty of these
the talent of the soloists and their ability to improvise. Isolde in November 1874 and its influence were very masterful works with greater accuracy, control, and
The arrival at these cadenzas is also significant in clear in his subsequent organ and orchestral works, details. While I applaud ROSO’s effort throughout the
delineating the form of the movements as they serve espeically in the opening of the fifth Béatitude (1875) year, I question the lack of advertising and publicity of
to mark the last statement by the soloist and the final and in Les Eolides (1876). Working with cyclical the event as most members of the audience I talked to
return of the orchestra before closing. themes as leading ideas in his operas (he called this did not read or hear any public announcement in the
Leitmotif), Wagner was a master at manipulating local venues for the concert.
In general, this flute concerto is intimate and has a
themes within a complex harmonic web that created
breath of fresh air in its small scale orchestration
the feelings of suffering, anxiety, and yearning that was
compared to the opening orchestral number. Since it’s * Royal Oman Symphony Orchestra
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(1)
A woman with an expressionless face stood in front of the massage
club calling, «Massage, massage» to people walking by. Her flip-flops
thumped the pavement. Two brown-skinned men, who were walking by,
stopped to listen. They had just arrived in the country.
She invited them in and they happily followed. Half an hour later, they
come out exhausted, grabbed their bags and headed to a nearby hotel. The
woman resumed her advertising. Only an idiot would buy a ticket from
the Gulf for this!
(2)
The privileged lady was still sleeping. Ten floors below, two streets across
a tiny woman appeared. She began sweeping away the pools of water that
had collected after yesterday’s heavy rain. Then she hung some clothes
on the line.
(3)
When I opened the door to my room (No 1032), a big-bellied tourist
from the Gulf entered the opposite room holding a mesbaha* in his hand.
To the left, at the end of the corridor was a worn-out prostitute heading
towards the lift.
(4)
Climbing Nang Mai Temple is more like climbing a ladder to the heavens.
There is a straight stairway with 1000 steps that lead to the top of the
mountain. The young groom, who comes from the desert, kept telling his
bride that it was pointless to go on climbing, «You’ll only find another
Buddha».
At the 100th step, an old European was pushing his wife up the stairs
towards Nang Mai Temple.
(5)
(6)
From the balcony of his room at Kata Beach Resort, he could see the fleecy
white clouds drift across the blue sky. The green countryside of Phuket
stretched as far as his eyes could see. It was a cinematic view before him.
Suddenly, the heavens opened and rain poured down. It wasn’t like the
desert rain he was used to. For more than an hour, it rained. For more than
an hour, he waited.
He went out expecting to see puddles and pools of water everywhere. This
usually happened in the wealthy town he came from. He was amazed! It
had all disappeared.
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