Alsajanjal
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In my primary school life, my teachers used to think that I had no voice, for I rarely talked to them or to my classmates.
They used to ask me why I was not speaking with them and I used to answer with an internal voice that I was talking to them, indeed, but they could not hear me. In fact, I used to continuously speak with myself and didn’t have the least desire to make my voice audible. It was enough for me to listen to others and notice their sincere fingers and eye-smile.
During my long period of isolation, I realized that I was very much close to others, even when they were silent. It was probably the sixth sense.
My dreams were innocent and so close to reality that I sometimes felt that I kept reading myself and the others without having to use a clear, audible language.
Sometimes, I have the feeling that my language impedes my interaction with others, who thought my silent language was in a state of weakness, fear and confusion. For a long time, I was suffering from confusion when I received the other person’s language, with all his attitudes, his dialogue and his decent treatment for me.
Sometimes, I felt embarrassed to talk, for my dialect was different from the one spoken by others, who wanted to know about my dialect, which I thought was quite ordinary. I might have had a very special voice and a dialect of an unknown origin and unclear pronunciation, but definitely translation was not required. I only needed to speak at a moderate speed for others to receive a clear message, because very often I am either completely silent or engaged in idle talk like old people.
For these reasons, I used to continuously write on any piece of paper I would come across, with any type of pens, until I realized that my fingers were the best ink I could use along with the transparency of my spirit. My inside voice was getting louder, from inside to outside, in a more well-balanced way, which made me feel quite hesitant of making friends or establishing love relationships. My inner voice was always warning me of getting closer to others or moving away from them. I knew for certain that fingers had a sincere language that doesn’t lie and that it is part of the language of others, who are like a mirror, expressing themselves with the face, eyes, voice and fingers – called body language.
Therefore, I have relied on fingers, being the bridge between the inside and the outside and also between the sensitivity of the inner voice that is attached to principles and values and reality that causes us to be in confrontation with others.
If, under any circumstances, these principles and values are shaken, the voice will remain with us with its various frequencies to purify and cleanse ourselves again and again as well as protect our souls from life impurities.
Consequently, we have to be cautious against anything that has positive or negative effects on our souls. Also, we must be wary of filling up areas of our hearts with the existence of others and realize, later on, that these areas were not filled up properly and were just a vacuum.
So, those who are far away must be cautious of getting nearer and those who are close must be weary of getting closer. Those of us who are away must be careful of being far off.
Your red wine is bitter...
It excites me to reject you,
Your yellow wine is so hot
to make me shiver,
Your green wine is so salty
It excites me to have you as my favourite perfume,
Your watery wine is impure
It excites me to bear you,
Your false wine
excites me to purify myself.
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This is my homeland, with its black wine repelling me,
My homeland that breaks my wine-filled glass,
Your alien, fake wine can not quench your thirst, my homeland,
Don’t you realise old brewed wine is best!
Take me as old brewed wine and quench your thirst, and so do with my old mother
To grow as a country thrilled with love, security and justice,
with freedom, manacled with the sin of drunkenness!!!
"Draw not near unto prayer when you are drunken"
Never draw near my homeland when you are like milk mixed with filthy water,
Don’t quench your thirst with my homeland,
Don’t quench its thirst, either.
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Ausstellung in Bahrain über das Konzept von \"Sprache\". Werke, Statements, Text des Kurators.