Hello everyone. Usually when I post something I tend to share news, a thought, or an experience, but this time, I am here to ask for your opinion. Now as you all know, first impressions are mostly… irredeemable, or as Will Rogers said, You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
First ten pages of a screenplay are like first impressions, because they represent the first ten minutes of a movie, which apparently is the time that takes us humans to decide to keep watching the story.
So what I am asking for is your collective first impressions, not of me, though I hope I came out ok; If that’s the first time you ever visit my blog. I’d like your first impression of a screenplay that is now being circulated through script writing competitions.
The thing is, I wanted something positive to come out of my country, because they are only showing negative images that mask the beauty of Mesopotamia. Though my story does not take place in ancient Iraq, it is something I want to use to inspire people through. I wish to show that we have people who have hopes and dreams, even though they are broken. I want to tell a story from Iraq that will get you exposed to our culture, our people, and our lives. Hopefully, if I can make you think “I want to know more” then I will feel more confident about the story I wrote.
So here is a link for the first ten pages from “Children of Mesopotamia”, which are available on the Page Turner Awards site.
125 dead, 147 injured, on Ramadan; a month where it is forbidden to fight. Victims from different class, and age; children, young and parents. United by a nation they try to desperately tear apart. There is nothing Muslim about killing Muslim children, our unity and love will prevail; the first civilization sprang from Tigris and Euphrates rivers more than 11000 years before the time of our father Abraham, it won’t be extinguished by the fires of petty terrorists, if anything our spirits will shine more fierce by the grace of God. Those who believe ISIS are Islam, they should see who they are killing before they say anything. My heart goes to the families, WE all lost our brothers and sisters.
Pray for Iraq.
Yesterday I packed my bags to be my mother’s companion for two weeks. Our destination is another twighlight zone, so different from where I live right now and only known from what you see on the news. We started our journey to Iraq where we will be staying for two weeks.
Fate provided us with the same border, making it easier for Cupid to aim his bow, thus we share our families. We will be staying each day in a different place. Right now I am writing this post in bed with my i-phone.
There was some strange aura that I felt the moment I entered the country, everything became strange and unfamiliar. Whenever I find myself in a traffic I feel tense. Then I remembered that media is a business, they show what attracts reviewers, an explosion is a sure hit. I relaxed a bit, but the road seemed endless, it took us 2 and a half hour to reach to the city of my origin, where my father started as a farmer, who’s now one of Kuwait’s top engineers.
At the borders of the province I read two lines. The first was roughly translated (respect and you will be respected). The second meant (abandon your hatred before you enter). I felt at peace.
It was filled with people who only offer the little they have, with hearts as big as a recently born baby. A taxi driver refused to take money when he found out that I was a guest in their province.
The place was at a cliff hang from civilization, electricity was a major problem, they come and go. They stay longer in winters because they do not use air conditioning during that season, thus less load. Our family have backup generators just in case.
In my first day I went to a funeral of a friend of the family members, at night we visited a woman who gave birth to a beautiful girl. Everyone here shares almost every event, they come together in sadness to support the sad, and they celebrate when life arrives, it was a beautiful community, one I’m proud to belong to.
They know who I am and they call me mawlaye, which means my lord. It makes me uncomfortable, but they insist on doing so, not because I’m a guest, but because of my bloodline.
Yesterday I spent my night at my aunt’s house, today I’m in a hotel with my brother who just joined me from Qatar. He snores… 🙂
I will be sharing more soon. I’m waiting for my permit from the governor so I can go visit Ur’s ruin… I heard it’s epic, it is older than 7000 years. Abraham was there. I think the pope will be visiting but they haven’t set a date yet.
Goodnight everyone and I hope to see you tomorrow.