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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act Three Scene Seven |
Act Three - Scene Seven (Jamilah is looking over the videotape when the combatants were leaving Beirut. She heard offensive voices behind her) - Here is the apostate - The enemy of her people - She must be killed to wipe off our shame (Jamilah turns, but a shot overtook her. She tries to stand, but turns to fall on the ground. The last face she sees was the poet's face weeping over her) The Poet What have you done you criminals? I showed you the place of your daughter To bring her back not to kill her! You took vengeance on her friend! Shame on you mad killers Shame on you! (All the belligerent crowd dispersed. The poet remained .He saw on her desk her last poem .He read. The poet sings a section of the poem which Jamilah sent to the magazine, published before his order to shut her off) I struggle in my spring days A society empty of its soul Its morals, only anger reigns Indifference, or despair A chill comes over my body Memories hold my breath It's all madness around me Assent and you are safe I fear my people under stress Break down Or by anger becomes insane (The poet looking at Jamilah thunderstruck, sank to the ground weeping) Shame to me Jamilah that I forsake you You are the living dead While I'm here the dead alive. |
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