Showing posts with label Arabic culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arabic culture. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

On Arabic Literature...

...the London Bookfair just passed last month and a number of interesting comments were made by attending Arab writers on what's up with Arabic literature these days. Although I don't fully appreciate the prominence given to Alaa al-Aswany, especially amongst the few translated into English and other European languages, just because he is suave, well-dressed and speaks English, French and Spanish. While I do agree with his point that a lot of modern Arabic literature has to be written in a way that is more accessible to the wider public (read "the masses") in the Arab world, which is not reading literature much in the past few years - I liked the quote of his where he said "Too many [Arabic] novels that start with lines like ‘I came home to find my wife having sex with a cockroach" - I think there are other examples of litterateurs who have done it better than him. Nizar Qabbani comes across as a prime example, as are Najuib Mahfouz's novels from his realist/bildungsroman phase (Cairo Trilogy, etc.). Umm Kalthoum is a great example of a cultural icon that is claimed as both "high" and "popular" culture at the same time. It's just annoying that the West has obsessed with "Muslims" and "Arabs" for so long now without ever appreciating the depth and variety of literary production in the modern period alone.

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Sunday, April 13, 2008

Slingshot Hip-Hop: Free-ing the P one rhyme at a time

Slingshot Hip-Hop: Right-wingers, put a Lyd on it!

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A couple of years ago, I got an e-mail from a dude called Ragtop. He was asking my crew Euphrates to hand a track in for a compilation that is soon to come out, by the name "Free the P"- he wasn't talking about the immediate release of half the legendary Mobb Deep. Talking amongst ourselves, we decided to hand in "I.R.A.Q.", a song about the love for our nation and people. Seeing as I am of Iraqi descent, I felt it only right to show the love for our motherlands and how similar our plights as Arabs are. A lot of the time, the focus and actions of our respective national representatives has been that of a divisive, antagonistic and back-stabbing nature. Nowhere in the public consciousness is there a general strengthening of our need to stick together when weathering the storm of our deserted nomadic roots.

Five years later, Ragtop is known to me as Nizzy (aka Rusty T), we've collaborated on the ARAB SUMMIT record and FREE THE P was a success story. The oneness we showed as artists helped in the semi-fundage of Director/Artiste Extraordinary Jackie Salloum's SLINGSHOT HIP-HOP. Two weeks ago, I had the distinct pleasure to be sitting next to Invincible, one of the artists featured on the aforementioned compilation. We weren't saying much to each other. Being at the MOMA in New York, I was too busy shaking my head in amazement (shaking like 'tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, this is some history-prone celluloid'). The New York Premiere of SLINGSHOT was-in the memory of Siskel and Ebert- riveting, groundbreaking and a stereotype shattering two-thumbs and two big toes up material.

The story follows the growth of the Palestinian Hip-Hop scene, but by no means is limited to the music. In the first scene we are introduced to DAM, the premiere Palestinian Hip-Hop representatives, visiting the US for the first time. You see the members of the group humbled by the presence of one of their idols, Chuck D. On a promo run for their album DEDICATION, Public Enemy's head honcho invited the group over to his radio show for an exclusive interview and discussion about Hip-Hop and Politics. With DAM garnering international status, we return to the isolated experience that is being Palestinian in a world that doesn't recognize the identity as legitimate. As the film progresses, we are introduced to several groups such as PR, Arabeeyat and Sabreena The Witch, only a few of the burgeoning boom-bapers coming out of the holy land. Salloum takes us across the landscape of modern-day Palestine analyzing the omnipresence of the security wall and its effect on the psyche of the younger population, injustice, historical narratives (in some of the most bananas animation I have seen in a while!) and personal relationships that are obstructed by the inability to cross borders. (something most Arabs can relate to!)

Without giving away too much, the viewer is immediately invited into the homes of Tamer and Suhail (two members of DAM), going through their CDs, books and old home video footage of their passionate discovery of Hip-Hop. From Tamer's rendition of 2pac classics to the old school mistakes and lessons, I related to this film on so many levels. From growing up as the outsider that wore baggy pants and retarded steez to the close bond between strangers through music, I couldn't help but snap my fingers exponentially as the movie rolled out in front of my eyes. There is one scene towards the end that blew my mind. I am of course, not doing justice to the work put into this film. The first thing I thought was "wow". My second thought was "Jackie is the illest". Third, "How is this not huge yet?". Fourth was "I can't wait to go back to Iraq". Lastly, I couldn't help but feel for brothers and sisters trying to make it out the madness that is occupation and disillusionment.

The characters are multi-faceted, intelligent, well-spoken and fun to be around. From Mahmoud Shalabi to Abeer, we notice how distance cannot get in the way of passion and perseverance. One thing I really appreciated about this film is the way the director represented Palestinians. In general, the media representation of our brothers and sisters from another colored mother and mister are as follows:

1.victims- Media images littered with impoverished, desolate and downtrodden Arabs. Although this is true to certain parts of the East, this is by far not the only face we can be painted with. The understanding that the Arab populace is greater than one type of being is much needed and more importantly, needs to be reinforced through our independent media peoples.

2.violent oppressors- Bomb Laden-Gun Totting-Bullet Ridden-Headwrap Rocking-Eye only seeing-Black turtle neck sporting-Islamo Camo Couture-Jihad Claimin'-Arm Flailing- Lu'tmiya Crying-Revenge Yielding- Money Hungry- Oil Poor-Ghetto Imprisoned- America Hating- Non MTV watching-Arab Jarab Haters. In other words, you turn on CNN or FOX news and realise that, there has got to be an agenda going on here. From Chuck Norris to Arnie, the engendered relationship between Arab men and women, and the propagated bloody terror that is attached to our identity is one of the commodities of the the War on Terror. (the supposed War on Terror, you mean, the War for Power).

3.Over-sexualized Harem Lovers- Lastly The image of Arab men as porno addicts and exotic punanee mongers is another unavoidable stereotype. Not to say we aren't good in bed now, but I digress.

To most readers of this website, these are obvious things to avoid when making a visual document of our existence. Let just say this now, at the cost of getting some belligerent post about how "one sided" I am. In no way am I simply negating these faces of Arabs. We do have angry-ass militias, we do have over-sexed leaders who indulge in more prostitution than hugh hefner, and yes, we definitely have victims to tragedy that are implausible to say the least. BUT, my point is, Jackie Salloum manages to turn these faces onto themselves. At no point in the movie do you feel the stars are WEAK, in fact, you see the total opposite; a group of youth coming up through hardship and staying positive, resilient and hopeful. She also avoids the regular rhetoric of most films I have seen about the occupation. In no way is there a finger pointing session; most of the explanation is backed up by facts, political history, and a general understanding of the situation as a whole. You can tell the director, producer (shout out Rumzi) and the animation team (freehabib.com) had a good head on their shoulders and decided to, once and for all, bring truth to the light through a human story.

SLINGSHOT HIP-HOP is one of the best documentaries I have seen on Arab Hip-Hop (if not the only one) coming straight outta the P. This movie rocked! (pun intended brothers and sisters!) I look forward to more of Ms. Salloum's work and the next DAM record. Not only are these people at the forefront of changing our image, they have a perspective that by in-large is something my generation of Arab migrant share. I urge all you to go see it, enjoy it, soak it in and understand that the voice of the oppressed is legitimate, powerful and full of hope. That's definitely one thing I left the MOMA feeling. Hope.

LINKS:
slingshothiphop.com
Myspace.com/slingshothiphop
DAMpalestine.com
myspace.com/palrapperz
myspace.com/damrap
myspace.com/sdawitch
myspace.com/safaa3arapeye
freethep.com

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Friday, March 21, 2008

A Reader Reflects: First Annual Bay Area Arab Women's Conference

This report was submitted by Kristel.

I had the honor of attending the first annual Bay Area Arab Women's Conference this past Friday, March 14, in Mountain View, California. This event was organized by the Arab Cultural and Community Center of San Francisco and featured a diverse compilation of speakers and subject matters. Topics ranged from discussions on Arab women in the realm of politics, health, media, community activism, identity, and cultural expression.

Although the speakers all articulated themselves well and shared rich perspectives and vital information, I felt the heart of the conference came from the mere fact that Arab/Arab-American women gathered together in one room. This act alone garnered an overwhelming sense of solidarity, especially as every participant could identify with battling warp perspectives non-Arabs hold of Arab women, and the very personal struggles Arab women have in dealing with their own community.

Dr. Suad Amiry touched upon an element of these two struggles in her speech titled after her book, "No Sex in the City: The Generation of Secular Women in the PLO." Dr. Amiry expressed her frustration derived from the labeling of Arab women as either the subservient/oppressed type, or the overly emotional/mourning type. Those having such limited views of Arab women do a great injustice, as the contributions, lifestyles, and points-of-view of Arab women get overlooked. The exploration of these eclectic and unique differences among Arab women can give others great insight and understanding into a people often misunderstood.

Dr. Dina Ibrahim, in her talk about Arab women in the media, chimed into this subject as well. Her simple statement of how often people assume her to be "Mexican" or something other than Arab, as she doesn't fit the stereotypical look of an Arab (i.e., not wearing a hijab), emerged a powerful testament to the daily struggle of the Arab/Arab-American woman. The collective chuckle at the presumption of being an ethnicity other than Arab proved Dr. Ibrahim was not alone! I can most definitely relate, as can every one of my Arab cousins/friends.

The conference attendees also found unity when discussing issues plaguing women within the Arab/Arab-American community. Dr. Suad Amiry talked about her having to take great strides to conceal the identity of the women featured in her book, who spoke about their first loves, other romantic relationships, and their sex lives. These women feared "gossip" would construe as a result of their stories. Discussions related to health were also a cause of fear, which Dr. Sally Al-Daher and Nadiah Mshasha, MPH, reflected upon. For example, a result of the extensive survey they conducted on Arab/Arab-American women exposed that they tend to not conduct monthly breast exams as recommended by their gynecologists. The reason for this comes from being embarrassed to touch oneself; these acts are considered "aib," or shameful in Arabic.

Whether we discussed our strengths or areas of improvement, it felt empowering to have a forum focused on Arab/Arab-American women. Rarely does this outlet exist in the community, so being surrounded by women that could whole - heartedly empathize, relate, and most importantly, care - just felt good. I only hope this sort of momentum continues and escalates to an even grander, more encompassing scale in the future.

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Friday, March 07, 2008

Arabic-philia in the Celebrity Tattoo World

As noted in an earlier post about the actress's work with Iraqi refugees, Arabina Jolie, with a prominently displayed "3zeema"("strength" or "will") on her arm, appeared to be one of the few and possibly only celebrity with an Arabic tattoo on her body. Surprisingly, as recent internet pics have proven, this is not the case. A rumor spreading on the internet and blogsphere like fire is that of Brad Pitt inking up his lower back out of inspiration from Jolie with an Arabic tattoo. However, the only pic on the net that points to that discovery is too small to discern what is written and even to make out the alphabet in use! If anyone sees a more reliable pic, please send it K-fest's way.

RHIANA:

Giving my father more reason to enigmatically celebrate this talentless, shamelessly pop princes , Rhianna went ahead and got "hurriyah," freedom in Arabic, tattooed to the leftside of her back. Thank you celebrity-obsessed, online paparazzi Perez Hilton for posting the pics and his ignorance along with it. Only after 283 comments in response to the post was he made aware of the goldmine he found. As an update on the post, he noted that: "A lot of readers are commenting that the tat is "Freedom" in Arabic."

CORRIE KYM RYDER

The award-winning British soap opera star Corrie Kym Ryder (Doesn't it look like a porn star name? That's what my out-of-touch with pop culture self thought before I googled her. I mean, doesn't every overly-make-up-ed twenty-something Brit woman look like either a drag queen or a porn star?) tatted her left arm is an Arabic transliteration of "David" and below that,"Emily."

HOT SYRIAN GUY IN LA


And the last notable mention, a celebrity in my own heart, because like a devoted teenie bopper, I would definitely have this man's pic up on my wall: an uber-sizzling half-Syrian bartender at a bar in Santa Monica on Wilshire and 11th tatted his bicep with two important words to him in Arabic to acknowledge his Arab heritage. I wish I could remember those words, but I was too busy oogling his remarkably chiseled features. Anyways....

Considering the unprecedented popularity of kuffiyahs in America (quite literally in NYC, as the expression goes: it's a wrap!), shishas on the hip-est big-city teenager's lips, and now Arabic tattoos, is there an indication that protracted contact with the Arab world and concern for the "Arab Street" (albeit for all the wrong war-mongering reasons) has translated in Americans embracing the new Arab cool? What do you think? Seen any Arabophilic trends in your hometown to speak off?

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Metro: The First Graphic Novel in Arabic

(right to left anticlockwise) - "I'm not going to give you any guarantees, other than that the police doesn't have time for us. Everyone is tied up with the safety and security of one person only, and any surprise will run right by them"

"But Shihab Basha, this time we could go to jail..."

"Mustafa, prison in this country is for the poor, and you are going to get rich...Yalla?"

"Mustafa, do you remember the trap we have got all these people into...the trap is open. We are the ones just sitting inside it because no one has ever tried to get out of it..."

After two weeks, in Mohammed Naguib Metro Station...

No guarantees...No difficulties either...

Metro
by Magdy al-Shafi'i
the First Graphic Novel in Arabic
Published by Dar Malameh (Features)

I am really excited about this. Many will say that this is yet another step towards the "Westernization" of Arabic literature, but I seriously think that popular literature in Arabic, especially in Egypt, where due to the poor education system, relatively few people are reading seriously, needs to be given a fillip. I will try to find a copy of this when I am not reading Abbasid poetry about liquor and and wine-bearing girls dressed like smooth beautiful boys.

(tarboush tip: Taken from the blog of contemporary Egyptian novelist Mohammad `Alaa el-Din.)

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The Match-making Chronicles: Race/Ethnicity/Nationality of Ideal Husband

When I addressed the issue to my father, as in what qualities he expected an ideal mate of my to have, he said:

"All he has to be is Muslim and very ambitious...and passive, because you are a very dominant personality. You can't have two dominants. It's like electricity. You need a negative and a positive charge."
After belabouring the point that my father called me a "negative charge" and trying to guilt-trip him about that metaphoric comparsion (I failed, foolishly ignoring what Patai knew all too well, that Arabs can't be guilted into anything, because they don't have a conscience, and thus you need to appeal to their sense of shame to get to do what you want*), I decided to move on and tackle the other part of what he considered ideal Husband credentials. Knowing fully well that my father had a much more specific portrait of the ideal or acceptable mate for me-I pushed him further by testing him:
"So, you would be happy if I married a white or Latino Muslim?"

"No, they have to be Arab. You have to relate to your mate culturally. That is the only way you are going to have a successful marraige."

Rewind to a week ago when my father dumbfounded by my Arab-philia, inquired: "Why are you Arabicized-we didn't raise you that way?"

Knowing again, that my father had an even more specific and constricted definition, I pushed him again:
"So, you would be fine if I married a Moroccan?"

"No, they are not real Arabs."
After objecting to and debating this unfounded claim for a good ten minutes, I moved on to the next part of my interrogation. Knowing the position of Yemenis in the inter-arab racist hierarchy, I pushed once again:
"How about a Yemeni"

"No, they are not real Arabs."

"But Dad, they are from South Arabia-they are the "realest" Arabs."
After naming every one of the member countries of the Arab league (with the exception of Syria), and being met with resistance, I sought to confirm what I thought my father believed considered an acceptable mate:
"How about someone from Damascus?"

"No, they are different."
So, there you have it, what I an initially suspected that my father refused to commit to was true:

The only acceptable mate in my father's eyes would have to be an ambitious, type-B Muslim from a "good family" from Halab. Apparently that's what "ambitious, passive Muslim" is code for.

*oozing with sarcasm

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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Hey guys it's the Arab Youtube AND Flickr!!

How did this happen and we completely missed it? Or, I completely missed it.

I knew about iToot.net, the network of Arab blogs. But many of those are also in English, thus excluding many exclusively Arabic-speaking people. Now the makers of Toot have come out (as of late 2006) with another site that is like Youtube and Flickr in one, and in Arabic: http://ikbis.com/.

They were even featured in Newsweek. I read in Jordan's Pulp Magazine (I was up till the dawn adhaan jetlagged and was bored, ok?) about Ikbis in an interview with its creator Ahmad Humeid where he says that the goal is to incorporate other Jordanians and Arabs besides those in West Amman in the Internet revolution.

A lot of people, especially in the Gulf, don't speak English very well. And according to our statistics, most people prefer the Arabic interface over the English one. Not everyone in the Arab world is like people in West Amman. For the most part, everyone here speaks English. But that's not always the case.
Other pluses of Ikbis include the fact that it's videos and pictures in one place (in other words, better than Youtube and Flickr both), and the fact that there's no pornography so they don't go getting their site banned in a bunch of places. (Sorry Nadeem)

I guess that means we can't link the Indian Buffalax video to it?

Also a big draw is this:
So why would I, as an English speaking person in Jordan, choose Ikbis over Youtube?

You use Ikbis if you want to be part of a smaller, more focused community.... For example, there was an American Muslim guy who wanted to talk about culture and religion and start dialogue about Islam and the West. When he put his video up on YouTube, he got no responses. But when he put it up on Ikbis, he got hundreds of views and comments. So, you go to Ikbis when you want a more localized, Arabic experience.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Match-making Chronicles: You know you are part of a hardcore Arab family...

When a visiting Halabi friend of a 50 something, unmarried, old maid aunt of yours has made it her mission to find her friend's 25 year-old niece (me), who she has never met, a husband.



When I mentioned this last point to a friend, that besides my obvious rejections to this "friend"'s self-appointment as my surrogate matchmaker, on a logical basis, that I was incredulous that a woman I had never met would find me the perfect mate, he responded with this:

"Well, I mean, there are some universals in matchmaking"

Maybe this is the "universal" he was talking about:BTW: when I searched "Match making syria" in google images, why did the cover of Barry Rubin's "The Truth About Syria" show up on the first page of the search????

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Monday, January 14, 2008

Kufiya Kraze: Pissing off daddy?

Jonathan Goldberg in London would like to know, "Why is my teenage daughter dressing like Yasser Arafat?" The Guardian's Hadley Freeman has answers:

I assume that you mean she has taken to wearing a keffiyeh as opposed to, I don't know, a military uniform or carefully cultivated, if multicolour, facial hair. And the reason I presumptuously assume this is because keffiyehs have become what the young kids call "trendy", particularly so in the past few months. Isn't that just the jolliest thing you have ever heard?

Now, before I sweepingly dismiss your daughter's dabblings in Yasser chic, there is a chance that she is merely showing her unflagging support for Palestinian nationalism, this being a particularly canny cause for a north-west London girl with the surname of "Goldberg" to light upon should she want to annoy her father. But assuming that your daughter is more fashion-conscious than cheekily provocative, then she is doing this because she would like to be fashionable.

Fashion designers - God bless their benevolent ways! True, they might often be depicted as shallow, superficial, even perilous to world peace if one takes too many lessons from Zoolander, in which the fashion designer is trying to knock off the prime minister of Malaysia - and I don't mean "knock off" as in, "to make a cheap copy". Obviously.

In fact, designers love other nationalities! Well, not on the runways, of course (she must be Caucasian and she must be, um, Caucasian), but in terms of providing plenty of ideas for them to rip off. I mean, pay homage to. The keffiyeh has been circling around designer collections for the past few years - an inopportune time, those of a narrow bent might have thought, for such an homage, but these people lack the blue-sky thinking of their designer counterparts, achievable only by those who maintain a blithe ignorance of international events, and are therefore able to see items of national dress purely on an aesthetic level and divorced from any political context.

There is, mind, a motive to the trend. The appeal of keffiyehs in the west grew in the 70s, when they became proof of one's recent travels down the hippy path in the east and Middle East. They still retain a kind of cool quotient today, mainly among the youth sector, as the only people who tend to have the time to follow any trails these days are gap-year students, who would bring back their keffiyehs as souvenirs but, like, real ones. So then Balenciaga marched right on in there last season, picked up these real souvenirs, wizzed them up on its own sewing machines, and slapped a £750 price tag on them, thereby staying true to the scarf's original spirit. Really, it's just a damned shame Yasser couldn't have waited out three more years because God knows that the one thing this man longed for in life was a scarf that would have set him back three-quarters of a grand, liberation schmiberation. And the fact that the accessory sold out before it even reached the shops proves that the scarf's original authenticity was always its USP.

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Monday, December 24, 2007

Yet Another Kuffiyeh Spotting

Everlast - though it's no big surprise, as I think he's competing with Arafat for most consecutive days worn. By the New Year he’ll hold the world record. Pretty descent song though: Letters Home from the Garden of Stone


For the record, I’ve stopped wearing the kuffiyeh altogether. I can’t risk being associated with the activists and hipsters (and active-hipsters) wearing it all wrong. Don’t worry though, I’ll start re-rocking after it goes out of style. For now, I’d rather freeze...

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Kuffiya Kraze Goes Goth!

Seeing as the "Kuffiya Kraze" has become a "hot topic" on KABOBfest, I suppose that it's only fitting Hot Topic starts selling them...

Oh, you don't know what Hot Topic is? It's that really hip anti-hipster store in all the major malls that commercializes Goth to the point where high school freaks have begun wearing ordinary people clothes just to stand out.

Oh, and Hot Topic has, by far, the most intriguing description of the kuffiya yet:

This white scarf features green various sized stripes.
Woah! So THAT'S what it's all about!! To think, all this time I thought it carried some sort of cultural and/or political significance. Silly me... it just has "varioius sized stripes."

Seriously, I had no idea that when my grandfather gave me the red n' white kuffiya he wore while serving in the Jordanian military sixty-eight years ago that he was actually asking me to go Goth! Hell, I think I'll end this post early and go paint my fingernails black or something...

[Tarboush Tip: Nabeel]



---EDITOR'S NOTE---

Pssst! Nadeem and other KABOBers: please refer to the KABOBstyle Guide when referencing the contested spellings of the keffiyah. Or keffiyeh. Or kuffiyah. I mean, kufiya. Wait -- hatta. Or sometimes shemagh. And often Osama. And most recently, Obama.

According to the KABOBstyle Guide: spell it a bunch of different ways in each post to increase search engine returns!

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Thursday, November 22, 2007

On Yom Al-Shakur, I Am Thankful For...

DAM!!!

Who knew a group of three Palestinian young men from Lid could renew my faith in hip hop, a faith that was being battered to the ground by the strong, yet ho-hum, winds of banality and redundancy? I certainly didn't. But at the end of last week's concert "From Brooklyn to Palestine" at the BK's very own Southpaw, as hyperbolic as it sounds, I was a born again hip hopper.

To rap in a language foreign to the ears of the crowd, to successfully teach a packed house of mostly Americans how to chant Egyptian theatre rhymes, to be masters in call and response, to use beats and arabic samples that inspire non-Arabs to haz tease-hom, is quite a feat, and a testament to the charisma that oozes out of these men like "petrodollars" seem to ooze from the pockets of "the Arabs of Apple Dubai."

As you can tell, I was thoroughly impressed!



Arabian reggae-they do it all folks!



And the group's most popular single, "Men Erhabe"



*BONUS: Here's a standout performance from the night-by NYC Urban word poestess Tahani Salah:

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Sunday, November 04, 2007

Marcel Khalife's U.S. Tour... AMAZING!

Will and I were fortunate enough to catch Marcel Khalife and the Mayadine Ensemble perform to a sold out audience Friday night at The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington DC.


Marcel and his ensemble (composed of Bachar Khalife on percussion, Rami Khalife on piano, and Peter Herbert on double bass) began with Taqasim and Camaleer, and ended with such classics as My Mother, Passport, and Oh Fishermen – Haila, Haila. Each musician – a master in his own right – left the audience in awe with a wonderful combination of rehearsed pieces and improvisations. Best of all, Marcel obliterated any doubts of his ability to maintain his position as master of the oud. It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness the legend in his element.

And fear not – he hasn’t lost his edge either. The evening’s performance was laced with witty comments about the political and social situations in Lebanon, Palestine, and Iraq – as well as American and Israeli transgressions in the Middle East.

The Kennedy Center performance was sponsored by The Jerusalem Fund for Education and Community Development, as well as the Center for Contemporary Arab Studies at Georgetown University.

Upcoming tour stops include Atlanta, Ann Arbor, Dearborn, Cleveland, Boston, Chicago, and New York City. For more information, see Marcel’s official website: www.marcelkhalife.com

Never heard his music before? Get your KABOBfill at 6arab.com. You won't be disappointed.

(tarboush tip: Dunia for the snapshot)

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Keffiyeh Spotting: George W. Bush's niece


Does Lauren Bush know what she's doing? Because if she doesn't, all that says is that she's related to Bush.

Carry on.


Related: Kuffiya Kraze: Open Debate
KUFFIYA KRAZE: You May Be ___ If Your Kuffiya Is ___
KUFFIYAH KRAZE UPDATE: When a shekel's a shekel
Modern Chronology of the Keffiyah Kraze

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Friday, October 19, 2007

Nostaglic InRANTation: Stop Co-opting My Culture!

Long before (and by "long" I mean, a month before the "kuffiyeh kraze" first graced this lovely blog) I vitriolically slammed New York Hipsters for ignorantly wrapping the ever so dead kuffiyeh around their "red" necks on KABOBfest, I did just that on my myspace blog. Check it out:


Thursday, October 05, 2006

STOP CO-OPTING MY CULTURE!!!
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Life

to serve your desires of journalistic career advancement or to add an avant-garde twist to your sense of fashion (if I see another white chick outfitted in an ode to 80s garb-crushed black flat boots with black tights and an oversized amorphous sweater rocking a Palestinian kuffiyah as a scraf-I'm going to "ka-sar" some "ras"!!!!)

One of the most insulting things happened to me today in my Anthropology Principles class.

Scene:

An overly-crowded classroom of underwhelmed anthro grad students waiting for their caffeine jolt to kick watch the clock tick and tock in the absence of substantive material to write. There's an obvious disconnect between the people's interest and the topic at hand. As such, I'm taking every opportunity to catch up on my email replies and research on Malcolm. However, something did momentarily tear me away from myspace profile browsing practices.

In a discussion concerning the difference between interpretation and language, an older Mary Quck Gates-type (okay, only two people at most reading this blog will understand this reference, but the correlation is so pricelessly accurate it's worth sacrificing some level of lucidity) chimed in with a "relevant" example to the discussion at hand.
She spouted off a phrase in Arabic which I initially couldn't understand because of the barbaric butchering job her completely off-the mark accent produced. As such, I asked her to repeat herself. And instead of doing that, she decided to translate it for me. And yes, her pronouncement and translation were both off. She spoke and translated it just the way I would expect a white-breed and bread cultural elitist of an American to do...with a false sense of authority and understanding. And I don't expect her to have a hold of the Arabic language comparable to let's say a native citizen who studies medicine at a Syrian university (I say this because Syria is one of the only countries in the Middle East where Medicine is taught in Modern Standard Arabic-imagine the added challenge of learning medicine!!!), but to speak with an heir of authority (and consequently assume an interpretative authority) just because you are on your second year of Arabic study in a university, that is precisely where one's comments come off as exceedingly patronizing.

More than my obvious need to expel the nefarious energy brewing inside of me, I wanted to know what people thought of perhaps my overly-culturally sensitive take on this. To be honest, my sensitivity levels have lately been off the richter scale-I mean I did almost cry in class on Monday at the realization of the futility in our discussion (and perhaps of my choice of academic study) and I have been girlishly touched by my father string of text message updates. On a side not, if I hear someone preface any discussion of power with, "Well, taking the Foucauldian notion of discipline into account..." I will mos definitely tear out my hair and resume my rampage of "ka-sar"-ing "ras"-es

Fin

Currently listening :
Follow the Leader
By Eric B. & Rakim
Release date: 26 April, 2005

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Monday, October 15, 2007

Kuffiya Kraze: Open Debate

With the critically acclaimed "Food & Liquor", last year's breakout hip hop rookie sports a red kuffiya on the front of this month's "Leader's of the New School" XXL mag cover as he discusses his much-anticipated folllow-up. The rest of the "New School Leaders" are dressed in the cover's red, white and black color theme scheme. But even in the sea of blood red hats, white hoodies and chains, Lupe stands out with the patterned clothe wrapped around the rapper's neck.

My question: Does Lupe Fiasco, an avowed Muslim rapper, join the ranks of trend-following celebrity lemmings, like Justin Timberlake, David Beckham, Ashely-Mary-Kate Oslen, Kirsten Dunst, as ignorant cultural consumers or is his decision to wear the kuffiya on the front cover of one of the most popular hip hop magazines carry more significance?

I am not trying to create a spectrum of varying degrees of cultural appropriation and/or cultural solidarity; but given Lupe's religio-cultural background, I would argue come off more as a display of cultural solidarity than an empty fashion statement. I am willing to wager that Lupe knows a little something about the kuffiya's history in the Arab world and its association with the Palestinian Liberation struggle. My perspective on this issue is possibly colored by the fact that I did indeed buy a Yemeni kuffiya on 125th from a devout African American Muslim who was also selling kufis many of whom in the Harlem and Brooklyn area have surprised me how much better their MSA (Modern Standard Arabic) is than someone who graduated with a degree in Arabic and Islamic Studies! But, in all actuality, African American Muslims who account for 30 percent of the Muslim population in America (edging out the percentage of American Muslims who are Arab), and especially Muslim hip hop artists, are no strangers to donning Arab/Islamic cultural symbols. Prominent hip hop journalist Harry Allen goes as far to say that Islam is hip hop's official religion. Actor and hip hop artist, Mos Def, who has put on concerts to raise funds for the Palestinian struggle, has been seen on many occasions wearing a kuffiya and the Palestinian flag on stage!

But back to this question of cultural appropriation versus cultural solidarity, of ultimately authenticity; such a claim begs certain philosophical questions about culture: Who really owns culture? Can it be owned? Who determines authenticity? What determines authenticity? Attempting to tackle the first three questions would require more than the five paragraphs I set out to write for this piece (but feel free to wax on about them in the comments section!), so let me address the last of the series of questions. Even though the kuffiya has its roots in apolitical, non-religious beginnings, we cannot deny the symbolic evolution of the kuffiya to an icon for the Palestinian Liberation Movement. So, for me, those who are unaware of its past and current significance, and wear it because they saw it on a goth-ed out Galliano model, in the back pocket, gangsta style of a celebrity, or in Urban Outfitters as a "anti-war woven scarf," those people, would qualify as culturally appropriating the kuffiya versus those knowledgeable of the misunderstood 'clothe's history would on the flip side qualify as expressing cultural solidarity.

Who knows, Lupe could just as easily be one of those ignorant trend-following celebrity lemmings as well...

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Monday, October 01, 2007

Smoking the Israeli Water Pipe

Why do I always hear about the cool events after they happen?!?


Instead of reading up on focus group methodology, I could have spent a lovely evening with my "Jewish buddy's" (sic) smoking a "CLEAN" hookah "in Jerusalem." Shoot. As they say, there's always next year!

As for the Jerusalem reference, Chaim Sugarman, KABOBfest's Talmudic Studies Scholar, pointed out that this event marks "Sukkot," or "booths," "one of the three major holidays known collectively as the Shalosh Regalim (three pilgrim festivals), when historically the Jewish populace traveled to the Temple in Jerusalem." (from his wikipedia posting on the subject).

This could easily have been misunderstood as a Zionist event both appropriating Arabic culture and laying claim on the city of multiple faiths, Jerusalem. In that case, I would have made a smart-ass comment such as the following:

Did they snack on fine Israeli cuisine, such as Israeli falafel balls, Israeli chick pea dip, the famous Israeli upside-down rice-yogurt-meat-eggplant/cauliflower dish "maqluba," and Israeli fava bean salad (which the Arabs stole and call "foul mdemmas")?
Wow, I am so amazingly witty at 1 AM. I need to sleep, which is probably one reason I am about to write this:

Instead of presuming a Zionut mentality behind this event, I will give them the benefit of the doubt and wish them a happy holiday.

Man, now I'm really in the mood for a shisha. They are so relaxing. Too bad, they're very unhealthy -- far from the harmless treat my cousin told me they were. Smoking one for an hour is equivalent to smoking 100-200 cigarettes. Yum.

Rabbi Alter enjoying a double-apple flavored Shisha, right.

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