November 22nd 2015

November 22nd, 2015
With their heads bowed scanning emails on their smart phones, The lift doors parted, the three men and four women in formal office attire appeared to be snoozing while standing.
The lift doors parted, and the occupants streamed out, perhaps to grab some breakfast from the employees only canteen in the lobby.
The snoozers took their place in the lift, leaving the task of pressing the “close doors” button to the tallest lady.
A young woman with a guy in tow jumped into the lift, as if attempting to go over a huge cavity.
“I just didn’t think the story was good,” she said.
“If you think this wasn’t well told, you should’ve seen them when Roger Moore was Bond!”
“I haven’t watched any.”
“You mean you haven’t beheld the eyebrow of legend?” He didn’t need any further prompting.
“He would decimate them with just one look, and that is the bad guys; wait until you hear of his effect on women and men…”
The young lady was enjoying the performance of this chap’s hands, busy though they were with a cup and a small brown bag with grease showing through.
The doors opened.
As they left, the three men and four women looked up, and the tallest of the ladies lifted an eyebrow.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
With their heads bowed scanning emails on their smart phones, the three men and four women in formal office attire appeared to be snoozing while standing.
The lift doors parted, and the occupants streamed out, perhaps to grab some breakfast from the employees only canteen in the lobby.
The snoozers took their place in the lift, leaving the task of pressing the “close doors” button to the tallest lady.
A young woman with a guy in tow jumped into the lift, as if attempting to go over a huge cavity.
“I just didn’t think the story was good,” she said.
“If you think this wasn’t well told, you should’ve seen them when Roger Moore was Bond!”
“I haven’t watched any.”
“You mean you haven’t beheld the eyebrow of legend?” He didn’t need any further prompting.
“He would decimate them with just one look, and that is the bad guys; wait until you hear of his effect on women and men…”
The young lady was enjoying the performance of this chap’s hands, busy though they were with a cup and a small brown bag with grease showing through.
The doors opened.
As they left, the three men and four women looked up, and the tallest of the ladies lifted an eyebrow.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

November 15th 2015

November 15th, 2015
Theatre
“Are there any available seats, please?” he asked, his calm appearance hiding a  real determination.
“Yes, stalls, S23,” the bespectacled man with receding hairline pointed to the seating plan on the glass partition of the box office booth.
“Have you read the book?” he attempted small talk with the middle aged lady in a comfy beige wool jumper.
“I can’t remember the ending though,” she explained in what he thought was a West Country accent.
In the interval, the Scottish lady – his knowledge of North of the Border speak didn’t extend to deciding a specific locale – explained to what he thought to be her mother, “no, his father had lied to him; the mother wasn’t dead, but she’d gone off with the neighbour!”
As the cast took a second curtain call before a delighted audience, he thought to himself, “Paris, je t’aime.”
Peace and love,
Ja’far

Theatre

“Are there any available seats, please?” he asked, his calm appearance hiding a  real determination.

“Yes, stalls, S23,” the bespectacled man with receding hairline pointed to the seating plan on the glass partition of the box office booth.

His ticket  in his jacket pocket, he walked out into the cold West End air.

A quick pre-play snack was rapidly consumed.

“Have you read the book?” he attempted small talk with the middle aged lady in a comfy beige wool jumper in S22.

“I can’t remember the ending though,” she explained in what he thought was a West Country accent.

In the interval, the Scottish lady in R23 – his knowledge of North of the Border speak didn’t extend to deciding a specific locale – explained to what he thought to be her mother, “no, his father had lied to him; the mother wasn’t dead, but she’d gone off with the neighbour!”

As the cast took a second curtain call before a delighted audience, he thought to himself, “Paris, je t’aime.”

Peace and love,

Ja’far

November 8th 2015

November 9th, 2015

“A lot of people these days.. they leave their jobs, so they do this!” The young man confides to me, as he lightly taps his finger over the shop counter.

“As soon as I drop a customer, I don’t even have time to close the job; a new booking,” he motions admiringly to the app running on his mobile phone.

“You know, the guy who started this – he’s now a billionaire,” his left hand creates a steep curve in the air.

The rain was swelling the little puddle on top, making the canopy sag in the middle and threatening those customers taking refuge by the fruit boxes.

Beep went the smart phone.

He hurried through the rain to the silver saloon.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

November 8th 2015
“A lot of people these days.. they leave their jobs, so they do this!”
The young man confides to me, as he lightly taps his finger over the shop counter.
“As soon as I drop a customer, I don’t even have time to close the job; a new booking,” he motions admiringly to the app running on his mobile phone.
“You know, the guy who started this – he’s now a billionaire,” his left hand creates a steep curve in the air.
The rain was swelling the little puddle on top, making the canopy sag in the middle and threatening those customers taking refuge by the fruit boxes.
Beep went the smart phone.
He hurried through the rain to the silver saloon.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
November 8th 2015
“A lot of people these days.. they leave their jobs, so they do this!”
The young man confides to me, as he lightly taps his finger over the shop counter.
“As soon as I drop a customer, I don’t even have time to close the job; a new booking,” he motions admiringly to the app running on his mobile phone.
“You know, the guy who started this – he’s now a billionaire,” his left hand creates a steep curve in the air.
The rain was swelling the little puddle on top, making the canopy sag in the middle and threatening those customers taking refuge by the fruit boxes.
Beep went the smart phone.
He hurried through the rain to the silver saloon.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

November 1st 2015

November 1st, 2015
November 1st 2015
He had to look up from the page, as the tapping of the blue biro on a what looked like a print out from the net was getting intense.
“The XYZ camera, along with the XYZ lens, and two wireless mics, should do it,” he overheard the young man speaking to someone at the other end of the line. The pen continued to leave little dots below the website address on the creased page.
“What sort of a price would I be looking at for this package?”
The tapping came to a sudden halt.
“Ah! That much!”
The inked tip resumed the hammering action.
“Is there no way to…”
The hand seemed to suffer a loss of power, and the pen tumbled down noisily, finally stopping next to the empty cup of coffee.
“Ok, thank you.”
Looking up around him, his eyes told of a thousand disappointed thoughts.
He put on his well-worn jacket, and threw his rucksack over his right shoulder, and walked out.
Next to the coffee smudged polystyrene cup remained the blue biro.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

He had to look up from the page, as the tapping of the blue biro on what looked like a print out from the net was getting intense.

“The XYZ camera, along with the XYZ lens, and two wireless mics, should do it,” he overheard the young man speaking to someone at the other end of the line. The pen continued to leave little dots below the website address on the creased page.
“What sort of a price would I be looking at for this package?”
The tapping came to a sudden halt.
“Ah! That much!”
The inked tip resumed the hammering action.
“Is there no way to…”
The hand seemed to suffer a loss of power, and the pen tumbled down noisily, finally stopping next to the empty cup of coffee.
“Ok, thank you.”
Looking up around him, his eyes told of a thousand disappointed thoughts.
He put on his well-worn jacket, and threw his rucksack over his right shoulder, and walked out.
Next to the coffee smudged polystyrene cup remained the blue biro.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

October 25th 2015

October 25th, 2015
October 25th 2015
The exhilarating feeling he had watching the white space transform to lines of characters and small spaces fuelled his creativity, and the minutes gave way to hours of non-stop writing. Kerouac would’ve approved.
Allowing himself a short pause, the vegetarian dish he heated in the microwave tasted good.
With a cup of black coffee in hand, he was back at the desk, imagining in his mind’s eye his writer self typing away until the small hours.
But then, his pupils shrunk at the sight of the white empty space on the screen.
His lexicon of profanity was spat out at whatever mad forces of technology and his own IT inaptitude that had connived so malevolently to obliterate the day’s creation.
An apple and a bar of chocolate later, the lines of characters began to seep into the white space once again.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

The exhilaration he had watching the white space transform into lines of characters and small gaps fuelled his creativity; the minutes gave way to hours of non-stop writing. Kerouac would’ve approved.

Allowing himself a short pause, the vegetarian dish he heated in the microwave tasted good.
With a cup of black coffee in hand, he was back at the desk, imagining in his mind’s eye his writer self typing away until the small hours.
But then, his pupils shrunk at the sight of the white empty space on the screen.
His lexicon of profanity was spat out at whatever mad forces of technology and his own IT inaptitude that had connived so malevolently to obliterate the day’s creation.
An apple and a bar of chocolate later, the lines of characters began to seep into the white space once again.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

October 18th 2015

October 18th, 2015
October 18th 2015
“I was invited to this thing, and they said look under your seats,” the bespectacled middle-aged chap in a dark navy blazer told the woman in a long brown overcoat.
“Are you waiting for The Suffragettes?” the bearded usher in a waistcoat  asked with a high pitch voice.
“And found an envelope with this film ticket; I’ve never won anything in my life!” he said cheerfully.
The Palestinian director of “3000 Nights,” Mai Masri, climbed the few short steps to the stage, her intelligence and passion all too palpable in her gaze and the short introduction of the film.
Sensing the tears that reflected the light of the screen on many faces in the cavernous auditorium, he felt at ease wiping his own wet eyes.
Out of the several good questions the director received after the screening, the last was most insightful, though it wasn’t much of a statement.
“As an Israeli scholar said, ‘Occupation corrupts the occupiers!’” said a male voice that carried notes of old age and wisdom.
Peace and love,
Ja’f

“I was invited to this thing, and they said look under your seats,” the bespectacled middle-aged chap in a dark navy blazer told the woman in a long brown overcoat.

“Are you waiting for The Suffragettes?” the bearded usher in a waistcoat  asked with a high pitch voice.

“And found an envelope with this film ticket; I’ve never won anything in my life!” he said cheerfully.

The Palestinian director of “3000 Nights,” Mai Masri, climbed the few short steps to the stage, her intelligence and passion all too palpable in her gaze and the short introduction of the film.

Sensing the tears that reflected the light of the screen on many faces in the cavernous auditorium, he felt at ease wiping his own wet eyes.

Out of the several good questions the director received after the screening, the last was most insightful, though it wasn’t much of a statement.

“As an Israeli scholar said, ‘Occupation corrupts the occupiers!’” said a male voice that carried notes of old age and wisdom.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

October 11th 2015

October 14th, 2015
October 11th 2015
“Lizzie, you eat it; Liz!” the thirty-something mother pleaded with the two-year-old. But the little one was keen on feeding her rugby-player of a dad.
As the family vacated the table, another set of parents and kids were already waiting nearby.
This time, the kids and mother outnumbered the seats, and so the father balanced himself at the edge of a chair, next to his son, while tucking into a veggie sandwich.
“It’s been a long day for you!” he smiled to his son.
“Did you like the museum?”
The boy nodded.
“Sir, would you like a chair?” asked a burly gentleman in a black T-shirt and dark glasses.
“Yes, please!”
The piece of furniture was quickly produced and placed by the boy.
The dark T-shirt and glasses went back to a nearby table, where a huge suitcase was now occupying the former space of the chair.
All the while, a middle-aged chap was feverishly typing into his iPad.
“A book or a film screenplay!” the teenage girl in the next table thought.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
“Lizzie, you eat it; Liz!” the thirty-something mother pleaded with the two-year-old. But the little one was keen on feeding her rugby-player of a dad.
As the family vacated the table, another set of parents and kids were already waiting nearby.
This time, the kids and mother outnumbered the seats, and so the father balanced himself at the edge of a chair, next to his son, while tucking into a veggie sandwich.
“It’s been a long day for you!” he smiled to his son.
“Did you like the museum?”
The boy nodded.
“Sir, would you like a chair?” asked a burly gentleman in a black T-shirt and dark glasses.
“Yes, please!”
The piece of furniture was quickly produced and placed by the boy.
The dark T-shirt and glasses went back to a nearby table, where a huge suitcase was now occupying the former space of the chair.
All the while, a middle-aged chap was feverishly typing into his iPad.
“A book or a film screenplay!” the teenage girl in the next table thought.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

October 3rd 2015

October 5th, 2015
October 3rd 2015
The phone gave out a surprise note.
He pushed his loose light brown hair away from his forehead, as he distractedly gazed down at the screen, before going back to the bigger small screen of the iPad.
The sports event clearly wasn’t going to plan.
On the other side of the table, the girl busied herself with her own mobile device and an issue of Time Out – she was looking at the “Going Out” section.
Another surprised note from the boy’s mobile.
The boy was less distracted this time, as he read the message.
He looked up at the girl, and she tried her best to be encouraging.
Three surprised notes were emitted in succession.
He unfolded the iPad cover, and placed it on the table.
She seemed to wonder how long to wait before suggesting the hiking route the article recommended.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
The phone gave out a surprise note.
He pushed his loose light brown hair away from his forehead, as he distractedly gazed down at the screen, before going back to the bigger small screen of the iPad.
The sports event clearly wasn’t going to plan.
On the other side of the table, the girl busied herself with her own mobile device and an issue of Time Out – she was looking at the “Going Out” section.
Another surprised note from the boy’s mobile.
The boy was less distracted this time, as he read the message.
He looked up at the girl, and she tried her best to be encouraging.
Three surprised notes were emitted in succession.
He unfolded the iPad cover, and placed it on the table.
She seemed to wonder how long to wait before suggesting the hiking route the article recommended.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

September 27th 2015

September 28th, 2015

The blue sneakers with the tiny Union Jack labels were a contrast to the delicate velvet pumps with an elegant Pom covering the front.

“Where are you heading to?” Asked the pumps.

“Meeting Peter for the game.”

“The game?” And a couple of beats later, “the boys at home are rugby mad too.”

“How are Peter and the boys?” The pumps were betraying the twitching toes at the mention of the man.

The two Union Jack labels drew close to one another.

“Oh, they’re fine; he’s been promoted to area manager and Jonathan’s getting ready for his A Levels. Mark is fine too.”

“So happy for Peter and you for the promotion.”

The laces and poms were now almost mirroring their respective nervous postures, all the time attempting to use the train’s movement to hide the obvious anxiety of their wearers.

“Well, give my love to everyone!”

“Will do and you too!”

And the train doors shut closed.

The pumps stood alone deep in thought.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

September 27th 2015
The blue sneakers with the tiny Union Jack labels were a contrast to the delicate velvet pumps with an elegant Pom covering the front.
“Where are you heading to?” Asked the pumps.
“Meeting Peter for the game.”
“The game?” And a couple of beats later, “the boys at home are rugby mad too.”
“How are Peter and the boys?” The pumps were betraying the twitching toes at the mention of the man.
The two Union Jack labels drew close to one another.
“Oh, they’re fine; he’s been promoted to area manager and Jonathan’s getting ready for his A Levels. Mark is fine too.”
“So happy for Peter and you for the promotion.”
The laces and poms were now almost mirroring their respective nervous postures, all the time attempting to use the train’s movement to hide the obvious anxiety of their wearers.
“Well, give my love to everyone!”
“Will do and you too!”
And the train doors shut closed.
The pumps stood alone deep in thought.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

September 20th 2015

September 21st, 2015

“The front, middle or back?” Asked the partially obscured face of the young woman at his local cinema.

“The back, please,” he replied, wondering whether he would be the third wheel For many an amorous couple.
The romance turned out to be reserved for the screen alone, and the audience was the perfect epitome of the cinema-goer immersed in the story.
On his way out, he overheard a middle-aged lady joke with the man holding her hand, “Sam won’t get kissed if she let’s him take her to this one!”
Peace and love,
Ja‘far