Curtain

Today, I scratched off one of the things I knew I had to do in this life time; a teeny-weeny accomplishment of no real substantial value that makes me feel so content and so ecstatic.
We went, we stood in line, and then we sat and waited impatiently until the blue curtain rose and the music started playing. She came in and started singing, we stood up and clapped and clapped and clapped. Then we sat, and she went back to her singing and her acting. Her band danced the dabkeh, and the plot started unfolding, and we sat mesmerized through the whole two hours. Then the ecstasy was over and our dose was done, she bowed, we whistled, cheered, wanted more, and then the curtains fell. Today, we attended a Fayrouz play.
Fayrouz! Ambassador to the stars and the lullaby of my childhood, “Yalla tnam, yalla tnam, ladba7lek teir il 7amam.” The song of home and the tune of happiness, “Teeri, teeri, ya teyarah.” Fayrouz the legend. I do not think any other musical entity has ever had as much effect on my life. A woman of over 70 who could make me feel like I was floating!
I suppose more about that soon, for now, I have to go dream of the day when it felt like I was living a Fayrouz play, with their frilly skirts, happy smiles, and beautiful voices.
