Camel Caravan on Block 338

فأكل الجمل وعلى كل ما قامت.

He ate the camel and all that carried.

 To eat someone out of house and home.

– From the delightful Apricots Tomorrow by Primrose Arnander and Ashkhain Skipwith

To compete with the donkeys and elephants in Washington DC and the Arabian horses of Dubai, Bahrain has created a caravan of camels to enliven Block 338 and the Seef Mall Entrance.

In a bid to encourage the local artists’ paints to beautify the community, the government sponsored a camel painting contest.  Personally I liked number 23.

If you have always wanted a camel but were put off by having to feed it, then these are the camels for you.  They are up for auction.

Although real Bedouins will wonder what is the use of such a camel, for the city dweller, they are a perfect reminder of their ancestral past.

Tonight – Colours of Light Poetry Festival

 

7:30 tonight the Poetry Festival takes place at the Bahrain Fort Museum.

Many of the poets who contributed to My Beautiful Bahrain and others who did not will be presenting their original poetry in both English and Arabic.

Directed by David Hollywood this promises to be in interesting evening.

Admission is Free.

tiny OM Opens His Shop

tiny Om came into being during our yoga training.  Our talented French artist Virginie began illustrating the asanas using a figure she named “tiny Om”.

tiny Om is a talented yogi.  While I was mastering TADASANA, tiny Om had quickly learned the 49 asanas taught in class and explained them in his own special way – bellybutton out.

Over the months as the yoga training sank in deeper, tiny Om inspired Virginie to create a line of rose and white gold, chakra necklaces and bracelets.  The first exhibition will take place June 20, 2012.

If an ocean or two prevents you from attending this opening, you can visit tiny Om’s e-shop.

Virginie’s talent and time all goes towards her favorite charity in France.  The profits support Presence, a home for developmentally disabled children.

This is the soft compassionate heart of a true yogi.

Namaste Virginie and tiny Om.

The Colours of Life – Poetry Festival

When we say, “Let’s hear from you,” she advances to us

chanting fluently, her glance languid, in effortless song.”

– final verse from “The Ode of Tarafah” by Tarah ibn al-Abd

Bahrain’s earliest recorded poet was Tarafah ibn al ‘Abd born in 549AD.  But to simply call him a Bahraini poet belies his importance.  He was one of the seven Mu‘allaqāt, or the Hanging Ones, poets whose words were so highly prized they were written in gold onto Coptic linen and suspended over the Ka’ba in Mecca.

Bahrain’s sweet and salty sea, fishing dhows, pirates and pearls did not provide enough inspiration for Tarafah.  He left the island to roam the desert and write.    Although he did not travel as extensively as Ibn Battuta, he managed to journey through the Arabian Peninsula to Hira, in modern-day Iraq.    His poetic abilities preceded him but his uncourtly manners and satirical verses about King Amr ultimately led to his chosen execution – being filled with wine then bled to death.

Fifteen hundred years later, modern Bahraini poetry is attributed to Shaikh Ebrahim bin Mohammed Al Khalifa (1850-1933) for whom the Center for Culture and Research is named after.  An advocate for formal education including for women, Shaikh Mohammed bin Isa Al Khalifa (1876-1964) known as Al Waeli’s poetry had the greatest influence on the progressive movement.  Contemporary poetry grew with the founding of the Bahrain Writers Association in 1969 and with the “70s” and “90s”, poets who emerged in the 1970s and the 1990s.

It is quite an honor for the Second Circle, a poetry group guided by David Hollywood, to be invited by the Ministry of Culture to perform their poetry at Qal’at al-Bahrain (the Bahrain Fort) on the shore of the Arabian Gulf

The Colour of Light Festival will take place this summer solstice, Thursday, June 21st at 7:30pm.  The event is free and open to the public.

Part of the 2012 Manama Arab Capital of Culture events, this poetry festival will feature the poets reading their original works in both Arabic and English.  It is not quite the equivalent of a Hanging One, but being invited to perform at a UNESCO World Heritage site is not such a bad stage to star on.

It was from this spot, the capital of ancient Delmun, the Sumerian verses for Enki the Water God said,

“Let the city of Delmun become the port

For the whole world.”

Culture, Expat Style

One great aspect of expat living in the Middle East is the number of opportunities to indulge in our  personal interests.

Unlike being in Paris, London, New York or Los Angeles where there are a lot of professional operas, ballet companies, museums and theaters, here the competition is less.   As we pursue our high-end hobbies, we find ourselves given opportunities to exhibit and perform nationally.

The expats’ summer exodus will begin this month so the various groups are packing in their culture before the year’s end.

The America Women’s Association’s Visions exhibit runs from June 13-18 at the Bahrain Arts Centre.  As is the local tradition, the ladies only morning is June 14th.  Since we are traveling to Paris and London to meet some friends, I will miss the exhibit.  Artist and teacher to many of the painters, Seana Mallen, sent me some pre-opening photos.  I hope the Louvre will make up for it.

Visions formally opened last night under the Patronage of the Ministry of Culture.  Although I got an invitation, I didn’t go as I was attending the Philip King’s 1943 farce See How They Run at the British Club.

This traditional British play made me giggle with its mistaken identities, lot’s of running in and out of doors, an old lady stuffed in a closet, a naked vicar and the 1940s villain, a Nazi POW.  The cast members are traditional expat actors – primarily British who have lived abroad for many years and are lawyers, teachers, engineers, university professors, business owners or students by day.  They ensured the show was performed despite a public scuffle within the club’s board of directors, six date changes and an entire turnover of the cast.

The program said when the original West End production opened in January 1945, the audience did not leave despite three “doodle-bugs”, V-1 Flying Bombers, exploding nearby.

The Brits are still unflappable.  Neither the actors nor the audience were fazed when a chair leg collapsed and with a loud BANG, a lady dropped on the ground.  Leaving the auditorium, assailed by tear gas, I started coughing while the men continued sitting around the pool drinking their pints.

See How They Run runs two more nights – Thursday the 14th and Friday the 15th and includes dinner.  Tickets are available at the British Club.

The boy’s piano teacher will be singing in The Manama Singers Happy Together concert.  The Gilgamesh Ballroom will echo with Paul Simon, Billy Joel, Otis Redding and Michael Jackson.

Their piano teacher will also be playing in MASK’s Circle of Life, “inspired” by the Lion King.  It’s good to see MASK survived despite last year’s front page news that the conductor and the director scuttled off the island together leaving their families behind.

Such is the circle of expat life.

You Can’t Take the Lebanese Out of the Yogi

On Thursday, the 2012 Bahrain Yoga class held its graduation.  Our Lebanese yogi suggested the Ritz Carlton Mai Tai Lounge as our celebratory venue.

A real Lebanese, after four hours of celebrating, she also suggested we go for an après-party at Bushido.  Bushido was having a big invitation-only party and DJ Ravin was supposed to make an appearance.  Of course she “knew” someone who could provide us passes.  After much discussion four of us climbed into my car to party on.

Outside the club, there was a big ta-doo about the full parking lot.  After security searched our clutches, names were mentioned and we found ourselves directed towards our black wristband’s proper entrance.

The party desperately needed women.  As usual about 80% of the guests were men and the women who came, came with a date.  Unfortunately, our party of four married women really did not improve the men to women ratio.  After collecting our complimentary hats and tee-shirts we formed a small circle off to the side of the dance floor.

A blond woman was screaming into a microphone that it was only 3 MINUTES UNTIL THIS PARTY REALLY LETS LOOOOOOOOSE!

I didn’t understand why the party hadn’t started yet.

At one minute until midnight, she screamed at the men to MAKE SOME NOISE and began counting down.  I finally understood the theme – we were counting down for THIRD ANNIVERSARY OF BUSHIDO!  WHOOHOO!

When the counter turned 12:00, a birthday cake popped open and a tall, blond woman who looked like Barbie dressed in pastel marshmallows jumped out.  A couple, sexy friends joined her and before we knew it, the three of them were dancing like it was   –  their job.

Our Lebanese friend grabbed our hands and we started our own little party.

A young man wearing a yellow polo shirt danced his way through our circle.  Thinking he was meeting his friends, I watched him go.  Then he reversed and danced his way back.    On the third fly-by, he positioned himself in the center and let loose.  Although he was young and was wearing the fashionable, black-framed nerdy eyeglasses, his flappy man-boobs were not yoga-chic.

My friend stopped dancing and stepped towards him.  Like all Lebanese women she knew how to handle men.

Placing her hand together at her chest in prayer position, she closed her eyes and gave a gentle bow with her head.

The man did not get it.

She pressed her hands onto his shoulders and looked him in the eye.  Then, again she brought her hands into prayer position and slowly bowed more deeply.  The man paused then POOF! – disappeared.

You can’t take the tranquility out of a real yogi either.

Too Smart For Words

A new shop opened up in a local mall.  As soon as the sign went up, the authorities were called and the police raided the shop.

Years ago, Mojo worked on a project selling motor lube oil in Saudi Arabia.  His research brought him to the buncture shops, as the small car repair garages are called.

He couldn’t figure out what buncture meant and finally asked one of the managers.

The man looked at him like he was so naïve.  “When you get a nail in your tire, you get buncture.  You take it to the buncture shop for fixing.”

Oh – the Puncture Shop.  There is no P in Arabic so P comes out B.

The shop’s owner explained the sign was not what she ordered.

The male sign maker was certain he was smarter than the female shop owner.  He knew when she ordered “Born Fashion” it should really be spelled “Porn Fashion” in English.

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