Category: THE ARTS
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Sonia Sabri: Embracing Light and Darkness Through Kathak
Sonia Sabri’s journey into Kathak dance started with a twist of fate. She was all set to learn Bharatnatyam, a style of dance from South India when destiny had other plans. By a stroke of luck (or perhaps fate), Sonia ended up in a Kathak class at the Midlands Art…
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the victims will not be there to judge
they won’t judge the lives we’ll lead/ not the memorials/ not the protests/ they won’t judge the history told in their honor/ the mourning of their loss/ the fights we fight like hell/ the boycotts/ they won’t judge who crossed the picket lines/ the people coming together/ the politicians who…
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Restore Songs of Palestine
losing someone you know losing family members you wanted to know but never had a chance to What life wisdom would you have wanted to share? we’re moved by a hunger to learn more about the untold loved ones know our survival depends on Things passed down I dream…
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He who Considered Himself a Failure and not a Playwright: On Seeing my Words on Stage
On August 26th, 2023, I attended a showcase hosted by El Teatro Campesino called Palabra Vol. Take Action. They had accepted a one-act play I wrote and scheduled to perform it that weekend. I attended the show twice, once with my friends, and the other with my family the next…
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Unsent Love Letters
This morning, I wrote you another letter. (All the things that should’ve been said) Though I told myself I wouldn’t, racing thoughts fill my head. Perhaps, I should just go back to bed. (All the things that should’ve been said) And forever you are my addressee, for who else…
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More than a fairytale
My nine-year-old nephew recently performed in the Cape Town Opera’s production of Cinderella/Cendrillon at the Artscape Theatre Centre in Cape Town in the July school holidays. I am very proud of this young boy who has wanted to be on the stage since he was about two years old and…
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A Lost Button
Off a cotton shirt, the shiny, lone button popped, stray threads frayed in place, reaching around the vacant space with wispy arms and fingers, palms lost and blending on fabric. Soulful bonds, whorled and weft from dyed thread, from soulless creatures of fabric, tied by their shared brotherhood—the taut, red…


