rebirth

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Ask a Gay family-reflection and commitment issues

Today I've realized after a very long time of denial and suppression that I have commitment problems. Being an artist, commitment is something essential to complete any piece of art. I draw and 90% of my drawings are incomplete, because I suddenly lose the passion to continue drawing. the same thing happens to me with writing. I love to write, even more than drawing, but every time I start to write I stop, even in the middle of the work or sometime before the end which affects badly the whole work. The same thing happens to me with reading, but fortunately less than writing and drawing, which means that I manage for many times to complete the books in my hand.

At the beginning I thought that this problem is just because of the limited time I have, the stress of work and college, or maybe the congested ideas I have in my mind that push me to stop completing a certain task for the sake of the other which I eventually don't complete. Later, the affect of this problem increased and slowly it went into my relationships, with my family, friends, and my girlfriend who is now my (x). I'm a very compassionate person, I care a lot about people specially the close ones, I try to do my best to make them happy in so many ways, but if those people went away for a short time I stop asking about them, I stop calling them, emailing them or even just sending a text message asking about their health! This put me in so many troubles with my friends who tend to care a lot, and to ask about me more than I do. All of this happened and  is still happening without me really comprehending the dilemma. Till I read in my friend's (L) blog "Writing, books, etc" which it's an amazing blog that I recommend everyone to read it, about the wonderful family of Jay and Bryan and their two amazing kids Selena and Daniel.  



Jay and Bryan are two gay men who decided to get married and to establish a family as any other two loving heterosexual partners in the world. They adopted two wonderful kids, Daniel and Selena who they care about and love. J&B has started to post somehow daily videos on their YouTube channel "depfox" under the name "Ask A Gay Family" which simply talks about everything that deals with their life as a family and as a married couple. 

Since then I've started watching their videos on a daily basis for two reasons actually first because I really want to break this iced wall between my heart and my traditional mind in accepting and understanding gay people. second, because I felt even before watching their videos that I will learn something, I will get answers for my many questions directly from the people who I fear from approaching in street, because I was raised to hate them, to disgrace them, and to think that they are sinners. 

The first video I have watched is this one

Ask A Gay 

Family Ep. 

1 Is Daniel Disabled 


where J&B are talking about the difficulties of adopting children, and how there are hundreds of young children who are waiting for a kind family to come and embrace them regardless if this family a gay or a straight family, because what is really important is the love and caring this family can give to these children. This concept of a gay family adopts two children opened my eyes first on how these two guys are super-incredible for adding a huge responsibility on their shoulders and second, it opened my eyes on how I am a selfish human who's only good in criticizing and accusing people, just because they are different than me.  


From one video to the other I continued watching them, and quickly I felt as knowing them for a long time, because they really break this stereotypical image of gay men, who used to be introduced to us through movies, news, religion, society as  sex and drug addicts, who roam the streets shirtless, abusing themselves and others, walking in a strange "sissy" way, not believing in God or any spiritual entity or power. All of these prejudgment images are completely missing from the picture. On the contrary we see two healthy handsome men, who dedicated their lives to raise two amazing kids by themselves through respecting and loving each others as humans and not sex predictors.  

I humbly believe that this is very important to be seen by many people out there, because they are truly a healthy and a fair example of what any family should be like in spite of the religion it follows, the beliefs it clings to, the society it lives in, the norms it teaches its children on, the language it speaks, the clothes it wears and more. I believe that the more we are different the more we accept each other, the more we get to know ourselves and the other. 

You may wonder what does this have to do with the problem commitment I addressed at the beginning? the answer is through finishing this article I'm actually managed to complete my first challenge which it's finishing this blog! Moreover, being a Christian who was born and raised and still live with my Christian family puts a special kind of pressure on me in order of accepting gays,  since homosexuality is conceder to be a sin in the bible and whoever commits or accepts it is also regarded as a sinner. So how can I call myself a true Christian who believes in God and Jesus who are in mt belief refer to the same entity and to accept homosexuals in my life? This question was hard to be answered by me before today, but after I watched J&B's second video 

Ask A Gay Family Ep. 4 God & Religion http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvEUI9CPjEg

I started to rethink in my previous understanding of the whole concept of homosexuality. B&J are gay Christians, who believe in the same God I believe in, the same Jesus I worship, and they go every Sunday to church. not as if I'm saying that if they weren't active Christians I wouldn't accept them! NO! but as they broke the stereotypical image of gay men in order of appearance, they are now breaking the image that claims that gays are atheists, who don't believe in God or any spiritual being. 

I would be a liar if I said that I knew that, or I believed that before and to be honest it was one of the most critical questions I always wondered about in my head about gay people in the boundaries of my religion who clarifies them as sinners and categorizes them with the thieves, criminals and the killers who will go to hell eventually, also according to my belief! So what is the truth! Do Gays believe in God!? I think that it would be stupid to ask this question! Of course they can! and saying can, doesn't mean that I'm giving them the permission to believe in God! No! but because as the case of "straight" people who have the freedom to believe in God or not, gays also have the ones who believe and the ones who don't even in the God of Christianity that says that homosexuality is a sin! 

Furthermore, as Jay has said and I completely agree with him that the bible as all the Christian know isn't written by God himself, but it was inspired by him and it was written by us the human beings. Hence, the man wrote the bible with an inspiration from God, mistakes might happen, and personal views and cultural traditions would be involved in the writing of this holy book, so if we looked at the subject of homosexuality from this point we may understand that God really doesn't hate gays, and homosexuality isn't a sin because it's the man who suggested this norm according to was believed in that time, and unfortunately continued and formed our present with all its inequality.  

In addition to all of this we all need the right to be respected by others regardless if we were different than them, because being different doesn't mean being wrong, but it means being unique and exceptional. 

Eventually, I got to finish this blog which means that I have completed my first challenge and ready for the second one which it's reading the bible because I really need to know my religion away from all the people who try to tell me what is already between my hands hoping that by reading it I will understand the other more and to accept it because Gos is love, and Jesus said "Love you enemies as you love yourselves" and gays aren't my enemies or yours! they are the taxi driver who takes you to work everyday, your friend who you share lunch with, your cousin, your brother, your sister, your son, and your teacher!  



Saturday, February 6, 2010



The golden fruit


Slowly with a blink
It passed the Pearle’s gate
Salty, wavy and somehow mixed with pain
It’s strange to my tongue

Strange to my tearsEven thoughts surprisely it mixed with my veins
Something from the past
Something inhaled the dirt of my land
Something I would call a holy taste
Something likes the shape of my heart

My heart was hammering inside my lungs
A tear lost its way in my eye
A weird feeling shocked my bones
Happiness s what I thought about

A fairy in her golden gown
Shuttering like a mirror to a million smile
Adam lost Eden for an apple
And I may gain it with an ancient olive branch



 

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Joyce, 1966

      Last night while I was sleeping I dreamed in a woman, a strange woman from the 60’s. The hair cut the outfit even the necklace around her neck was pointing to one era, the sixties with no doubt. For the first time my dream was in black and white! Like an old movie.

      The woman in my dream was sitting on a balcony or something like that because I saw the tops of some cypress or pine trees swinging by the wind behind her. In the dream she was a famous person, like and actress or something like that, I thought that I am getting an old image from some old movie,especially because I watched some black and white movies lately. But my eyes didn’t recognize her face.

     Suddenly a name popped out in the screen of my dream! It was a name written in dark yellow. “Joyce” that was the name and it was followed by a number “1966”. I woke up, during the day I forgot everything about the dream, but when I came back home I just remembered all the details, so I decided to goggle it to find out what does it mean.

     I typed in Google toolbar “Joyce 1966” I found that it refers to some hurricane. I wanted to see if I can find out some other information from the name and the number rather than a hurricane. I looked at the titles that appeared to me and three or four of them was carrying the two words” Joyce…..1966” as they were related somehow together.

    I entered on of them and it was talking about a famous writer called “Joyce Carol Oates” nothing special in it I can find a million one under that name right! I started to read the article under a picture for the writer in her seventies. My eyes went looking for the number 1966 between the lines without finding any trail for it. Until I found it saying: “a new collection of 36 stories written between 1966 and 2006 is a welcome addition.” But I still wasn’t sure if it was what I am really looking for. So I decided to try for the last time, and I did. I put her name in Google –images, there was a lot or pictures for her, I kept pressing “next” until I found my lost.

        The same face, the hair cut, the same necklace, everything was the same. She maybe was in her twenties maybe. Just like my dream...



Even if it was a coincidence, I had the chance to meet a famous writer in my dreams! And maybe I will start reading for her… who knows…






They ran to hide


We were lonely

Playing around a tree

Smelling roses

And eat honey

With no fear

A sound from the clouds

Taught us to sleep at night

A sound from the sun

Planted love in our hearts

The sky was blue
The birds were free

And we both lived with no fear


Until one day

The sun disappeared

And a sound from the sky

Shouted in fear

What have you done"?

We crawled to hide

Between the leaves we cried

He covered her eye

And she covered him with her smile


The sky turned red

Like the blood

In their veins


He screamed and shouted

“She taught me how to lie”

“How to hide”

“How to use my mind”

“She gave me the truth”

“For that I ran to hide”



She lifts her eyes

They were red and dry... and cried

“The snake taught me how to smile”

“How to fight”

“How to cry”

“The snake taught me How to die”



A light from above

Hit the ground

Hit their faces…

They turned white

Wind pushed them outside

Wind closed the gates behind…


Emile Saba





















Thursday, January 28, 2010

Guilt


Guilt
  I don’t know if guilt is the suitable word in describing the feeling I had this morning, when I went out from my father’s vehicle running to book a seat in the public taxi. A young girl maybe 18 or maximum 20 years old, was crossing the street holding in her hand a shiny metal stick. At first glance a person may not notice the purpose of that stick, but after a second I noted that she was sensing her way with that stick. I froze in my place sticking my eyes on her turbulent steps, watching her fighting the wind trying to see the light in the dark world she’s in.

  I wanted to help her, to give her a hand in finding what she was looking for, but I lately realized that what she’s anxious for isn’t something I know. Cold faces and cold  eyes were starring, judging and ducking her in every single movement, I don’t blame them because I was one of them. Deeply in my soul something strong was whispering to my conscious to take the first step and to help her in finding a seat like every body else in one of these taxes.But the north wind was stronger than my conscious it forced my eyes to shut down.

   She isn’t safe out there, she’s alone blindness with her fear...,wait I stopped myself questioning my quick assumptions, why I am calling her "weak"?  I have no right to mark her with this soft adjective. She’s with no doubt stronger than me and from most of those people that stood their in the parking looking at her. The taxes were felling up quickly, time was running like a crazy fool and I was standing their in the wind looking at her in fear and shame. I could helped her I could asked her if she needs help! But I was afraid not from her but from the cold eyes that were throwing stones at both of us.

  Back in the corner a taxi driver maybe in his forties saw her struggling to find her way away from those people, he was better than me in a million times he didn’t care for the cold eyes or for the evil voices he just ran to rescue her. I felt like a heavy burden was pushed away from my shoulders, I took a deep traitorous breath and climbed in the empty seat.

  I thought that I will not see her twice in the same today, but I was wrong, she was just in front of me walking with her shiny stick. She passed the guards and the west gate following the student’s rapid steps. After three meters from the gate a strange girl blocked her way and instead of helping her or at least apologize she screamed literally in her face! Saying in slang Arabic “Fathi” it means (look where you are going). How rude she was to say that, but what inspired me is the simple, strong response of the girl with the shiny stick, she said in a voice close to whispering “Sorry”.
  
  I hated myself more and more, I still at the morning and I already hated myself for hundred times! The bigger problem was that I didn’t learn from the taxi driver and kept looking but not doing anything.The following scene was awful, all the students were walking on the left side of the parking lot inside the campus leaving a very huge empty area with only a white old car parked alone in the middle of that space,and the girl was following her stick walking in that empty space alone. At first she run into that car, some giggling were rising in the air and then she hit into a wall. That scene was physically and emotionally painful. I didn't join her in that empty space, I was with the crew in the active section of that park! Following like a blind sheep the invisible Shepard that is in fact  the stereotypes and the public image!!
   At the end she found her way, she was walking faster than me heading to the Art building with the black bag on her back and the shiny guardian stick in her right. And I found out that I was the blind one.

by Emile Saba




 

Sleeping beauty

Golden light touch your face
Dried flowers crumble under your lair
The white gown falling with your veil
Look at me… let me touch your hair
Long thorns cover your castle
And I feel despair
Evil wishes poison your cradle
And I am forbidden to be there
Long days cut your roses
Is it luck or a stupid fate?
With a sword in my hand
I fight my constraint
The sorceress at the door
She’s anxious
She wants my fate
The tower is high
And I have no chance
.To sates my hate

Emile Saba

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

WE WERE SIX ON A FLIGHT


We were six
Differnt colors, differnt skins
Differnt  tounges and differnt lungs
Differnt hearts and differnt minds
Differnt eyes and differnt hands
Differnt clothes and differnt flags

We were six .. in a desert
 We like differnt food, we eat diffrent food
We like differnt actors
We listen to a differnt music
We speak in differnt voices
 W shout in differnt tones
W hate we love in a differnt ways

We were six on a mountain
What's right for me maybe it's wrong for you
And what's wrong for you doesnt mean it's right for me
I write in my right
And you write in your left
I like my chewing gum blue and you like it pink
I like cats and you hate dogs
I am dark and you are white
And a million diffrent thing
But do you know what
I am tired from saying differnt this and differnt that

We were six in the middle of the sea
You like snow and I pray for it to come
You desire the sun and I see it in my son
You read about me in your fairytales
 Like an animal with a tail

We were six in the sky
I know your language
But.. you don't know mine
I read your books and you summarize mine
What do you want me to be
A "Shiekh" with a cart
Or a poor man crying for his right
No sorry for disappointing you
I am not neither this nor that

We were six on a flight
I am sitting next to you
Do you see me
Hello..
Echo echo
I am speaking to you
Do you hear me
Or it's that hard
I am number 6 and you are number 5

We were six in somewhere not far
In news they said
People died
I smiled
Do you know why
Because death doesn't care
If you was black or white



Emile Saba
9:53
thursday