Scene I
(The curtain opens on a cigarettes shack a side walk where Faddel's photo and the medal are hung. There is a song from the radio. There are some papers, sweets and a sign saying "The Hero's shack" Fatma is standing with Abdu.) |
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Fatma |
(Calling out ) We have sweets and cigarettes. |
Abdu |
Come nearer. Sweets and cigarettes. |
Fatma |
Thanks, Mr. Abdo. We have caused you much trouble. |
Abdu |
Your trouble is my ease, Mrs. Fatma. You're like a sister and Faddel is my brother. |
Fatma |
By God, Faddel always praises you. |
Abdu |
This Faddel is a hero |
Fatma |
Don't you say that you, too, crossed the canal in 1973? |
Abdu |
Right. |
Fatma |
And what, if you don't mind, made you work as a porter? |
Abdu |
After I had come back from war, they rewarded me and appointed me as an errand boy. |
Fatma |
What do you mean an errand boy |
Abdu |
An errand boy is a delivery boy. He takes papers from one office to another. |
Fatma |
I got it. Is this the job the government had found you? |
Abdu |
Where is Mr. Faddel? |
Fatma |
Went is Mr. Faddel? |
Mahrous |
What's this? What's this? (Enters) a dirty shack in front of my building and on my side walk. |
Fatma |
The Hero's shack. You sightless Effendi. |
Mahrous |
Who's this girl, Abdu? |
Abdu |
(Getting confused) This…. |
Fatma |
I'm Fatma |
Mahrous |
Fatma who? Whose daughter? |
Fatma |
Fatma daughter of Salem Abu Soliman. |
Mahrous |
Salem Abu Soliman. I don't know him. |
Fatma |
Yours is a bad day. How come you don't know him though I remember seeing you before. Where did I see you? Where? |
Mahrous |
Abdu. |
Abdu |
Good morning! A happy morning, sir |
Mahrous |
It's a tarred morning, a sooty morning. How did this shack come here? Who built it? |
Fatma |
It was built yesterday. I built it along with Faddel and your brother Abdu. |
Mahrous |
My brother Abdu! (Gets disgusted) Abdu. |
Abdu |
Yes, your excellency. |
Mahrous |
How dare you commit this terrible deed |
Fatma |
Why are you attacking us this way? |
Mahrous |
How are you build this shack here? |
Fatma |
I have already told you. I made it with Faddel and Mr. Abdu. |
Mahrous |
How wonderful! |
Fatma |
Thanks |
Mahrous |
Then what? |
Fatma |
A gallant man… Hero of the October war. |
Mahrous |
By God! |
Fatma |
They appointed him an errand by may God punish them- after he had crossed the canal and walked through fire and killed so many enemies. You don't know what an errand boy is. It means a delivery boy papers and stuff among offices. Do you see what heroes in our country work as after the war? Either errand boys or porters. I remember when we were at war. As children we used to sing "Your son tells to bring him morning, hero" We used to call them Egypt heroes, watch them inside cars and applaud them. After they get out of cars, we make them work as porters errand boys and conductors. Does this make sense? |
Mahrous |
Are you giving me a political picture? To whom does this shack belong, Abdu? |
Fatam |
Faddel |
Mahrous |
Faddel who? Who would he be? |
Fatma |
Stop. Don't you dare insult my husband. I know you. |
Faddel |
(Enters) Peace on you. (Looks at Mahrous) What's the matter? Incredible. Is it the famous professor Mahrous Shaelelha? |
Mahrous |
Do you know me? |
Faddel |
The journalist professor, Mahrous Shaelelha. I'm one of your biggest fans. You're widely knowing, professor. I used to the newspaper every day during the liberation war in order to read your articles and watch you on T.V every day. You have 20 respectable suits, right? |
Mahrous |
Thanks, son. (Gives him a pound) |
Faddel |
Thank you. And your words.. Your words are so sweet. Knowledge, understanding, wit and depth. Professor Mahrous Shaelelha.. It's on old dream of mine to meet you. |
Fatma |
Really! |
Mahrous |
Take this pound as well, son |
Faddel |
May God save you |
Fatma |
What's this? Are taking money from him? |
Faddel |
Sure I do. He's my friend. People's friend. He's professor Mahrous Shaelelha |
Fatma |
What does Mahrous Shaelelha mean? What would he be? Just another journalist no more no less. |
Faddel |
Shut up! (Hits her) |
Fatma |
Do you hit me because of him? |
Mahrous |
Bravo! You're a good boy. Take another pound. |
Faddel |
No (then he takes it) |
Mahrous |
You and Abdu remove this shack from here. |
Faddel |
What shack? |
Mahrous |
This woman's shack |
Faddel |
It isn't hers. |
Mahrous |
Yes, know it belongs to…. |
Abdu |
(To Mahrous) Please sir, leave the shack to poor people. |
Mahrous |
You would not be a good porter after this woman had deceived you with a couple of words. But this boy is very good (Pointing at Faddel) He can take your place, Abdu. |
Fatma |
They will give you a porter's job, too. |
Mahrous |
I'm free to give him any job I like. |
Fatma |
A porter instead of Abdu, the good man. |
Mahrous |
None of your business. He is an excellent boy and I'll give him any job I choose. |
Faddel |
You know that except for professor Mahrous's articles the war would have never taken place. We used to open our eyes on him in the newspapers and sleep with his voice in our ears. He is the writer of "Hit them and comfort us, Bush" article. |
Mahrous |
Take another pound, boy. You deserve it. You're a good boy who knows my articles by heart. Come on. |
Faddel |
Come on what? |
Mahrous |
Remove the shack |
Faddel |
Are you kidding? |
Mahrous |
No, I am not. |
Faddel |
But what's your problem with the shack anyway? |
Fatma |
Ask him |
Faddel |
Does this shack in its present place here hurt you? Does it pinch you somewhere? |
Mahrous |
I live in a quiet high-class street. The shack will gather jobless kids. |
Faddel |
I won't gather jobless kids, sir. I run after my bread. |
Mahrous |
What has this got to do with you? Remove the shack together with Abdu. |
Abdu |
Your excellency…. |
Faddel |
Mr. Shaelelha.. this shack is mine. |
Mahrous |
Yours. Yours will be removed. |
Faddel |
Are you kidding or talking seriously? |
Mahrous |
Of course I'm serious. |
Faddel |
Pardon me, does this street belongs to your father. Its name is Shaelelha street? |
Mahrous |
Keep your limits. |
Faddel |
(In a loud voice) It belongs to the government. Right or wrong? |
Mahrous |
Yes, it does |
Faddel |
I'm the son of the government. |
Mahrous |
Whose son are you, boy? |
Faddel |
The government's son. Weren't you Broad-casting "Egypt, your sons will free the land after every speech of yours? |
Mahrous |
Yes. It's radio talk just like songs. |
Faddel |
I believed you and the radio. |
Mahrous |
Let the radio give you a permit. |
Faddel |
The radio gives me a permit? |
Mahrous |
Yes. Here's the radio (Pointing at it) make it give you a permit. |
Faddel |
Are you feverish or did you lose your mind? Take the three pounds you've given me. |
Mahrous |
Four pounds. |
Faddel |
You remember them, you cunning Shaeleha. Here the fourth pound. |
Mahrous |
It is not allowed to build a shack in the street unless you have a permit from the government. |
Fatma |
Here's the permit. (Presenting the medal) |
Mahrous |
What's this? |
Fatma |
Not enough for you? Look here, too. (Presenting the journal) |
Mahrous |
A medal and a journal. I'm asking you where is the permit? |
Fatma |
This is better than the permit. |
Mahrous |
(Copening his wallet) Take ten pounds, my son, and remove the shack. |
Fatma |
No, we're not leaving. Were staying on the government's property. |
Mahrous |
Don't make me use force with you (He threatens to lick him). |
Faddel |
You'll hit me because my leg is injured. Not, by your life, I can beat you. |
Fatma |
By God, we'll show anyone who lifts a hand against us. |
Mahrous |
Call the police, Abdu. |
Abdu |
Forgive them, sir. |
Mahrous |
Call the police and tell them Mahrous Shaelelha wants wants you to come at once. |
Abdu |
Please, sir. |
Mahrous |
Have him remove this shack from opposite our building to the other street. |
Faddel |
How is your street so different from others? What's so special about it? |
Fatma |
We thought it is a quiet and good street. |
Employee (1) |
(Enters) Good morning. Where is the owner of this shack? |
Faddel |
Me. |
Fatma |
Me. |
Employee (1) |
You two? |
Together |
Yes |
Mahrous |
Kick them out of here, sir. I'm Mahrous Shaelelha the political reporter. |
Employee (1) |
I don't know you |
Mahrous |
Don't you read newspapers? |
Employee (1) |
No. |
Mahrous |
But you watch T.V |
Employee (1) |
No. |
Mahrous |
Who are you? |
Employee (1) |
I'm the representative of the labor office. Who are the laborers here? |
Faddel |
What laborers. We don't have a restaurant or a cafeteria. This is a shack, |
Fatma |
Look here brother. This is the medal. My husband Faddel took it from the president. He's the hero of the liberation war. |
Faddel |
And this is Abdu, hero of October war who destroyed 50 tanks. |
Abdu |
Welcome |
Faddel |
(To the employee) What about you? |
Employee (1) |
I'm hero of the withdrawal retreat. |
Faddel |
What? |
Employee (1) |
I with drew in 1956, with drew in 1967 but got squeezed into the hole in 73. |
Mahrous |
The war is over now and peace has come. The global system must dominate the society. |
Employee (1) |
Owner's name? |
Fatma |
Faddel Abdel Samie. |
Employee (1) |
Fees for lack of permit and lees for not hanging a sign for opening and closing dates. |
Fatma |
What are all those fees? |
Employee (1) |
I have to take it out on you because I was not victorious like you. Another fee for the journalist Mahrous Shaelelha. Peace on you. (Exits) |
Fatma |
The fees mean that we are on the government's side. |
Mahrous |
Look son. It isn't easy to open a shack in a street especially the street I live in. |
Faddel |
Why was it son easy them when I was at war fighting? Where were you when I was there surrounded by deserts from every direction? Where were you, Professor Shaelelha? You were at the T.V saying hit them, brother. Fight, brother for it is the liberation war. You were in an air conditioned place and your car is air-conditioned, too. Speak up. It was easy enough for you. |
Mahrous |
Each fights from his on position. |
Fatma |
What does this mean? Where did you fight? Be specific. |
Mahrous |
I fought with my pen. |
Faddel |
Your pen! Cunning boy! No wonder I saw planes falling off the sky as I sat in the battlefield. When I asked why these planes were falling, boys, they said it's professor Shaelelha's pen. |
Mahrous |
Are you making fun of me, boy? I'll show you. You will see. (Exits) |
Abdu |
Professor Mahrous. Just wait a second. (Runs after him) |
Fatma |
Don't say boy. (Enters Employee (2) ) |
Employee (2) |
Where's the shop owner? |
Faddel |
Me |
Employee (2) |
Where are the scales? |
Faddel |
What are the scales for? |
Employee (2) |
Aren't you a seller? So, you have to have scales. |
Fatma |
Pardon, but who are you? |
Employee (2) |
I belong to the ministry of supplies. |
Faddel |
I didn't buy scales. |
Employee (2) |
Fees for selling without scales. |
Faddel |
Oh, boy. The ministry of supplies has nothing to do but my scales. Why me? The loaf is not the right weight, correct? Tea bags are not the right weight, correct? I think the ministry has to give each one scales to weight his stuff. |
Employee (2) |
Where are your scales? Get them out and ship the idiot show. |
Faddel |
I don't have scales, Fellow. |
Fatma |
We don't have scales, brother, because we sell nothing with scales. So, we do not need them. |
Employee (2) |
No, you'll need scales for sure. Every shop has to have scales. |
Fatma |
Find us scales to buy in your own way, brother. |
Employee (2) |
Hold this (Writes in a paper) This is a fee you'll pay because you don't have scales. (Exits. Enter Abdu and Mahrous) |
Mahrous |
I reported you to the public utilities police and they should be on the way. |
Abdu |
Removal people, son, are no the way. Leave. |
Policeman |
(As he passes by) peace on you. |
Mahrous |
Sergeant! Sergeant! |
Policeman |
Yes. |
Mahrous |
Pill this shack down. Pull it down at once. |
Policeman |
What are you saying, sir? I have nothing to do with pulling down. I have a mission to do. |
Mahrous |
I'm telling you to pull this shack down and to arrest this fellow. |
Fatma |
Arrest him, sergeant. |
Faddel |
This man thinks he's above the government. |
Fatma |
This man is so arrogant, sergeant. |
Faddel |
Arrest him and I'll reward you. |
Policeman |
Stop it all of you. I want to know what the matter is? |
Abdu |
It's simple uncle No fel. |
Policeman |
As long as it is simple, I'm leaving. |
Mahrous |
Stop where are you. |
Policeman |
(Salutes) At your service, sir. Are you a general. |
Mahrous |
I'm neither a general nor an officer. I'm Mahrous Shaelelha. |
Faddel |
Damn the weird world. |
Mahrous |
Are you insulting me? |
Faddel |
I said the weird world. |
Policeman |
Then, what? I want to know what is it all about. |
Fatma |
I'll explain to you, brother. Do you see this medal? |
Policeman |
Lovely! What about it? |
Fatma |
It belongs to Faddel |
Faddel |
Me. |
Policeman |
Wonderful! |
Fatma |
Your brother Faddel got it from Mr. The President hero of the liberation war. Do you see this journal? This is Faddel's photo with the President. |
Policeman |
(Holds the journal) A thousand congratulations, Faddel. I hope I could get one, boys. |
Faddel |
Thanks. I wish he'd give you one, too. |
Policeman |
I wish I could get a medal like this and a photo like this so that I could be proud in font of my children and grandchildren. |
Mahrous |
You'll be friends and unify against me or what? I'm telling you to pull down the shack on him right away. |
Policeman |
Have you got a removal order, sir. |
Mahrous |
This boy has no lience. |
Faddel |
I have a license fee which is a license. |
Mahrous |
This boy stands against the district, the government and metropolitan Cairo. |
Faddel |
I've become metropolitan Cairo's problem. |
Mahrous |
If anything is stolen, he'll be responsible. |
Fatma |
You're the thief because you stole us with your words. |
Mahrous |
Shut up. I'm not leaving you here another minute. I'll call the minister of Interior at once and I'll be back. (Exits. Abdu follows) |
Abdu |
Enough your excellency. Come back |
Faddel |
(To the policeman) The minister of the Interior is my
friend. He greeted me when I was with the president and said "You raised
our heads up high, Faddel" and patted my shoulder. |
Policeman |
Tell him about my problem, Faddel. |
Faddel |
Do you have a problem with the ministry? |
Policeman |
Yes. |
Faddel |
Tell me. Don't be shy. The minister is my close friend. |
Policeman |
I have been in the service for thirty years now without getting a single promotion. I should be a petty officer but I'm what I'm. |
Faddel |
Simple. We'll make you a petty officer. He's a close friend of mine. Look at his photo here standing with us and with president. All together. All heroes. The citizen, the minister and the President in the photo. (Sound of a police car siren) |
Policeman |
The patrol is here. |
Faddel |
The minister must have sent for me. Right, Fatma? |
Fatma |
You're the hero of all heroes, brother. |
The officer |
(Enters the patrol officer) Where's he? |
Faddel |
(To the policeman) Tell him, uncle Nofel. Explain to him. Who am I? |
The officer |
What is it soldier? |
Policeman |
Sir. |
The officer |
Where's he? |
Policeman |
Here he is. (Painting at Faddel ) |
The officer |
What's your exact story, boy? |
Faddel |
Answer him, uncle Nofel. Officers always insult you. Answer. |
Policeman |
The matter is, sir. |
The officer |
You shut your mouth. I asking him. What is your story, boy? And who is this girl? |
Fatma |
Don't say girl. I'm lady Fatma wife of the hero Faddel Abdel Samie. Don't say boy. |
Faddel |
Are you listing. Don't call me boy. I'm a hero. |
The officer |
Hero of what, may the prophet be praised? |
Fatma |
Hero of the liberation war. He was crossified there and got a medal from the president. Here… Here's the medal. (Enters Mahrous and Abdu) |
Mahrous |
(To the officer) Mr. Brigadeer, this boy must leave at once and this shack has to be pulled down immediately. |
The officer |
Listen boy have you got a liscnce from the district? |
Faddel |
No. |
The officer |
A lisence from the utility? |
Faddel |
I have what is greater than these. |
The officer |
What have you got? Don't say the medal and journal. |
Faddel |
I have God. |
The officer |
We all have God. I'm not joking with you. |
Faddel |
Why are you jealous of me? Why do you envy me? Did you take the president's medal? |
The officer |
No. |
Faddel |
Take a photo with the president? |
The officer |
No. |
Faddel |
Take a photo with the president? |
The officer |
No. |
Faddel |
Fight with the friendly and brotherly countries? |
The officer |
No |
Faddel |
Then, why do you compare yourself to me just as (George Sambo)? |
The officer |
Who's Geroge Sambo? |
Faddel |
An American Soldier. He was with me there and he used to say he would give me an American cigarette and hit me no the back neck. I used to tell him to give me the cigarette and I hit him. |
The officer |
These are the orders, son. |
Mahrous |
The officer is making a surprise attack. |
Faddel |
Surprise attack (Laughs) I know it. This is a kind of food they call surprise attack because we attack the food with our bare hands with no mercy. But George Sambo ate hamburger, soft drinks. They really spoilt this American boy, Sambo. He tacks his food to give it to me and he didn't smoke but foreign cigarettes, eats foreign food and even his language was foreign. I taught him Arabic. But each time I asked him why we do not eat the same and smoke the same, he said it was orders. |
The officer |
I'm sorry Mr… what's your name? |
Faddel |
Faddel Abdel Samie |
The officer |
I'm sorry Faddel. I have to pull down the shack you've built. |
Mahrous |
At once, please, at once. |
The officer |
All right. All right. |
Faddel |
Mahrous said pull the shack down at once. Aren't you the one who said hit them on T.V every day. Come on hit them on hit them our hero soldiers.. down inside and outside the country. |
The officer |
I have to pull down the shack. Get your things together. |
Faddel |
I want my mother. My mother will preserve my rights before you pull down. |
The officer |
Who's your mother, boy? |
Faddel |
The International court. |
The officer |
Is there a woman called the International court? |
Faddel |
Mr. Mahrous used to say " our heroic soldiers, your mother is the International court and your father is the New Global System. Right? |
Mahrous |
This boy tells silly jokes and he has gone so far. |
The officer |
I really have to pull the shack down, Faddel. Get away. One, two, three. ( soldier attack the shack, black out, the scene changes into the T.V Building from the back way. Saffya stands with a camera and a mic) |
Saffya |
Dear audience, we are now in a program called "For no Reason" The camera is in the street by the door of the T.V building. We might run into any of the famous artists. We will ask him where he is going and what's new in his life. |
Kuki |
(A belly dancer passes quickly) Good morning. |
Saffya |
Mrs. Kuki. Mrs. Kuki the famous artist! |
Kuki |
Good morning. How are you, honey? Your program was beautiful. The public café, wasn't it? |
Saffya |
No, the public café isn't mine. |
Kuki |
Strike me, I mean cinema club. |
Saffya |
Not mine either. |
Kuki |
Strike me. I thought it's yours. Pardon me. I opened a new casino in El Haram street and came to invite our fellow artists. You're invited of course. |
Saffya |
It'll be an advertisement, Mrs. Kuki. |
Kuki |
Why an ad, honey? You are always like this, suhair. |
Saffya |
I'm not suhair |
Kuki |
You're Affaf, then. Strike me. |
Saffya |
Nor Affaf. I'm Saffya Mahmoud. |
Kuki |
Yes, Saffya Mahmoud sister of Aly Mahmoud. |
Saffya |
Who's Aly Mahmoud. |
Kuki |
Aly Mahmoud, the composer.. and Aly Mahmoud the spice-dealer and Aly Mahmoud the actor. Oh, I'm only joking. Strike me. (Faddel and Fatma appear in the background. They are heading to the information Employee) |
Employee |
Yes, Mister |
Faddel |
Do you work for the government? |
Employee |
Yes. |
Faddel |
The first one in the government to call me mister you don't belong to this part of the country? |
Employee |
Yes, what can't I do for you? Finish. |
Faddel |
Tell him, Fatma. |
Fatma |
This the hero Faddel Abdel Samie. He came to meet Mrs. Saffya Mahmoud, the announcer? |
Employee |
Mrs. Saffya Mahmoud, the announcer? |
Fatma |
Yes, brother. May Allah never delays your business with the government. |
Faddel |
May you get higher ranks in the government and become very big. |
Employee |
Have you got permission? |
Faddel |
What permission? I'm a hero. Look (Gets the medal out) |
Employee |
This information. We are not the complaints office. |
Faddel |
Be careful of mistaking a word here or there with your sphinx moustaches. |
Fatma |
Does sphinx have moustaches? |
Faddel |
He shaved it off for what he had seen I must see Mrs. Saffya. |
Employee |
Kick him out. (Two security men throw him out) |
Faddel |
Take your hands off me. Leave me alone. (The two men collide with Saffya and Kuki) |
Fatma |
(Finding her) Save us, Mrs. Saffya. |
Saffya |
What? Who are you? |
Faddel |
I'm the son of the court and the new Global system Faddel Bush and president, Faddel Abdel Samie. |
Fatma |
We were at the hospital. Didn't you call me Fatma, wife of the hero? |
Faddel |
Remember the medal here. (President the medal) |
Fatma |
And the journal here. (Presents the journal) |
Saffya |
Stop shooting, Mostafa. |
Cameraman |
O.K. |
Kuki |
(Goes to the cameraman) Do I look good, Mostafa? |
Cameraman |
Real good, Mrs. Kuki. |
Faddel |
We suffered much, Mrs. Saffya. |
Fatma |
They broke our shack into pieces, Mrs. Saffya. |
Kuki |
How pitiful? Do you know those good people, Susu? |
Saffya |
This hero of the liberation war. |
Kuki |
His wife is so pretty. Turn around so that I can see your shape, young lady. |
Fatma |
What's wrong with you. Lady? Do you kidnap women? |
Kuki |
Never. She's so sweet. Haven't you seen me in the movies. I'm Kuki the belly dancer of the cinema and theatre. Is this your husband? |
Fatma |
This is my husband. |
Faddel |
Should I turn around, too, lady? I might work as a belly dancer. |
Kuki |
Were you in the liberation war? |
Faddel |
Yes. I used to get in with the militia to smuggle weapons for the resistance. |
Kuki |
Incredible! |
Saffya |
Shoot these words, Mostafa. Repeat them, Faddel. |
Faddel |
I'll repeat and repeat so that everyone could hear. I used to get in with the militia to smuggle weapons for the resistance. |
Kuki |
(Dances and sings) I'm the genea boy who is never at ease. I go up bussing, come down bussing. (The scene shifts to Kuki casino. A cigarettes shack in the casino. It is nighttime) |
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(Fatma is standing in front of the shack singing) |
Kuki |
(As she enters) Good morning. |
Fatma |
Good morning. |
Kuki |
Aren't you going to listen to reason and come work with us, Fatma girl? |
Fatma |
I understand nothing about dancing and such things, Mrs. Kuki. |
Kuki |
Suit yourself honey. Strike me if I ask you to come work with us again. |
Fatma |
May Allah save you, Mrs. Kuki for making us this shack. No policeman and no officer and those who come, leave at once. They should elect you minister of poor people like us. |
Kuki |
Where's Faddel. |
Fatma |
He is gone to buy some scented herbs to scent the casino and the shack. |
Kuki |
May Allah save him. Excuse me honey. (Enters) |
Badre |
(Enters an Arab youth in his twenties wearing a T-shirt with Bosh's picture and American Flag and a hat. He is drunk) have you got cigarettes? |
Fatma |
I have Cleopatra. |
Badre |
Foreign cigarettes. |
Fatma |
I'm afraid not brother. |
Badre |
(Notices her beauty) do you know to cook? |
Fatma |
Yes brother. |
Badre |
You know how to arrange the house well? |
Fatma |
I could arrange ten houses. Why asking? |
Badre |
Well. Well. I want you to come to my house every day from morning till noon. |
Fatma |
I do not understand. |
Badre |
Why don't you? I'll give you five hundred pounds a month. Com on. |
Fatma |
I don't understand why you will give me 500 pounds a month, brother |
Badre |
You'll come to my house to clean It and to serve me. |
Fatma |
Wrong address, brother. I'm Fatma wife of Faddel the hero. Do you see this medal? |
Badre |
Yes, I see it. |
Fatma |
Faddel got it in the liberation war in your country. |
Badre |
Who's Faddel? |
Fatma |
Faddel, my husband. |
Badre |
Are you married? |
Fatma |
Yes, I told you Faddel was in your country. Where are you from, brother? |
Badre |
From the liberated country. |
Fatma |
Welcome. |
Badre |
Welcome yourself. |
Fatma |
My husband Faddel was there. |
Badre |
And I was here. (Laughs) |
Faddel |
(Enters) what's this? Laughing with a strange man? What a shame! |
Badre |
I'm no stranger. |
Fatma |
He's from the liberated country. |
Faddel |
You're from the liberated country? Liar. I haven't seen you there. |
Badre |
Here's the passport. |
Faddel |
Strange! I was there. Where were you? |
Badre |
I was here. Shedding blood instead of tears. |
Kuki |
(Exits) Faddel. Faddel. |
Faddel |
Yes. |
Kuki |
How are you doing, Badre? |
Badre |
How are you, Mrs. Kuki? |
Faddel |
Do you know Badre. |
Kuki |
Has been planted here for years. |
Faddel |
Here, where? |
Kuki |
Here at the bar. |
Faddel |
Shame on you! Crying blood, he said. From the liberated country by name but I was there. |
Badre |
Will lecture me? You are there, I'm here. I'm there, you're here. |
Kuki |
Come inside Badre. |
Badre |
I want this girl to come clean and cock for me. |
Kuki |
This, honey, is Faddel's wife. Come inside. Come (Pushed him to get into the casino) Listen Faddel. |
Faddel |
Yes. Do you want me to clean and wash for you, too? |
Kuki |
No. I want you to go to Musky at this address and drag the drum man by the collar. |
Faddel |
There, I used to carry guns and deliver orders and plans and here, I fetch a drumer. |
Kuki |
There, it was war, honey, and it's over. So wake up. Any way, I was wrong. Strike me if I ask you for anything again. |
Man 2 |
(The drumer) Good evening, Lady. I'm sorry I'm late. |
Kuki |
You're late. Didn't I tell you to install an instant phone? Strike me for hiring you. |
Man 2 |
I made the application three years ago, lady. |
Kuki |
All right, Get inside. (He enters the casino) |
Fatma |
I don't know why you always talk to her this way. |
Faddel |
You can't be a belly dancer and I can't be a pimp or the lady's ox in the end. It's turn that the government can't talk to her because she has got weapons. Big moustaches in the ministry in her right pocket, sensitive underwear in her left pocket for big businessmen. She's capable, strike me. |
George |
( A dark soldier in cowboys clothes) Hello! |
Faddel |
Peace on you. Welcome. |
George |
Have you got matches? |
Faddel |
This voice isn't strange and this word, too. |
George |
Have you got matches? |
Faddel |
Stop, you son of a gun. (Remembers) |
George |
(Remembers) Faddel George Bush |
Faddel |
George Abdel Samie. When did you come from America? |
George |
Two weeks ago. I went to visit you in the countryside. |
Faddel |
Did you see the mayor? |
George |
The mayor said you were dead. |
Faddel |
That mayor is the one who stole my rights. How are you! George Sambo? |
George |
I'm fine. How are you? |
Faddel |
Do you remember Sambo? (The shack revolves and turns into a shelter. The casino lights. They both sit) |
George |
(Counting dollars) seventy, eighty, ninety. |
Faddel |
What money is this, Sambo? |
George |
It's my money, my salary. |
Faddel |
How much do you get, Sambo? |
George |
A thousand two hundred dollars a month. What about you? |
Faddel |
Two hundred pounds. I mean 1200. I mean 1000. I say. What about you cashing my salary a month and I get yours the next? |
George |
How sweet! Impossible. |
Faddel |
Why, Sambo? |
George |
I belong to George Bushe. |
Faddel |
And my name is Faddel Boush but I live in Egypt. This is nice, isn't it? |
George |
Your passport isn't like mine. |
Faddel |
Take my passport and give me yours to cash the money with. |
George |
We're friendly countries. |
Faddel |
And we're brother countries. Why are we less? Listen you become brotherly and I turn friendly do that I could get as much. |
George |
Impossible. (Pretty girls carrying guns pass by) |
George |
Those are soldiers Liza. Beazo and Rosa. Cooperative Armed Forces. |
Faddel |
Those are cooperative forces.. Armed, too? By God I would like one of them to cooperate with me. If she does, we'll achieve mircales. |
George |
Very well. We're friends. |
Faddel |
We are so fine, George. From 33 countries. |
George |
We are all sons of the International court and the new global system. |
Faddel |
You know what I hope for, George? I wish we could all liberate this country and leave it to liberate Jerusalem. How wonderful! How sweet! (The shack revolves to for mer position) |
Faddel |
Remember Sambo, when they gave six healthy water bottles a day drink and have a bath and gave me only two per day. You were good. You gave me four of yours. Remember, Sambo. |
George |
I came to watch folklore dancing. |
Faddel |
Get in Sambo, Go (Sambo enters the Casino) (enters Salem. A youth from the liberated country) |
Salem |
Have you get cold drink? |
Faddel |
I have pepsi, seven, coca-cola and everything. |
Salem |
Seven up. |
Faddel |
Who? Salem? |
Salem |
Who? Faddel. You clown. How are you? I asked about you? Where have you been since your injury? |
Faddel |
Fatma! Fatma! Where did this Fatma girl go? |
Fatma |
(Rushing out of the casino) Yes, Faddel. |
Faddel |
What were you doing in there, girl? |
Fatma |
I was watching people throwing money under Kuki's feet, brother. |
Faddel |
This is Salem. Salem was there in the liberated country. I used to deliver him weapons and letters. |
Fatma |
Salem is Badre's brother? |
Faddel |
He's really his brother but they are so different. |
Fatma |
How do you do? |
Salem |
How do you do? How are you doing? What did you do when came back? |
Faddel |
Here's a medal I took from the president and here's my photo with him. |
Salem |
Good! Good! You must be pleased now. |
Faddel |
Thank God. |
Salem |
Why did you come to visit and congratulate us? |
Faddel |
I went to the embassy where they asked who I am, if I have a visiting card, permission or a business contract. Who invited me. They tore mw up, brother Salem. |
Salem |
Don't feel sad. They don't know. How come? They should be generous to you. You brought us weapons, were the first to enter and the first to get injured. |
Faddel |
That son of a gun, Sambo did not want to enter first. He said Egyptians first because they are brotherly. All this so that the explosives would hit me instead. He's friendly not brotherly, you know. |
Salem |
I must see to your problem. The embassy and the whole country should be dutiful to you. You're the son of the neighborhood. Don't be sad. Tomorrow morning the whole embassy will be waiting for you. I'll pick you up along with sister Fatma. Excuse me. Tomorrow at 7 o'clock. |
Faddel |
Strange! Don't you want to spend the night with Badre? |
Salem |
I'm not this type, Faddel. |
Faddel |
May Allah give you strength. |
Fatma |
Faddel. |
Faddel |
Fatma. The world has smiled to us. They'll reward me, Fatma. |
Fatma |
And you'll travel. |
Faddel |
And they'll give me a business contract. |
Fatma |
And celebrate you. |
Faddel |
I'll tell them I can't travel. |
Fatma |
No, brother. Let's travel for a few months and come back. |
Faddel |
Suppose they ask me what I want, Fatma. How could we composite you for your injury and for what you've lost? |
Fatma |
Ask for an apartment. |
Faddel |
And a store. |
Fatma |
And a car |
Faddel |
Long live Faddel Bushe. |
|
(the scene shifts into the embassy building) |
|
Time : Seven in the evening . Place : The embassy (A big photo of Faddel in the embassy hall. The room is ready to celebrate Faddel. A mic. A stand. Flowers for honoring the Arab Egyptian hero Faddel Abdel Samie. The same words are written in English. Servants come and go. Guests.. Ambassadors.. journalists) |
Ambassadors |
Where's Faddel? |
Badre |
Must be no the way now. |
Ambassadors |
Where's Salem? |
Badre |
With Him. |
Ambassadors |
Where's Mr. George? |
Badre |
All three are in one car. (loud car brakes and noise) |
Faddel |
(Without) My heart is beating, Fatma. |
Fatma |
May lord be with you, Faddel. |
Faddel |
Let's get in, Fatma. |
Fatma |
No, Faddel. I'm not going in. I'm frightened. |
Faddel |
Don't be frightened, girl. You'll see things you haven't seen in the cinema. |
Fatma |
You coin, brother, and I'll wait for you here. |
Salem |
O.K leave her in the car, Faddel. |
George |
Come on, Faddel. Time is up. |
Faddel |
O.K Let's go. |
Salem |
(enters) The great Egyptian hero is here. ( (Loud applause. Children and grown ups wave Flags and cheer) |
All |
Bim Boom Bang Boom. |
|
(then they give traditional applause) |
All |
Bim Boom Bang Boom. |
George |
(Enters) Please, come in, Faddel. |
Faddel |
(Enters in surprise) Peace on you. |
|
(Tow girls come forward and present flowers to Faddel) |
All |
(Cheering) Bim Boom Bang Boom. |
Faddel |
Is Botrus Ghally coming or what? |
Ambassadors |
No. |
Faddel |
The president again. It's a good chance for me to meet and tell him. |
Ambassadors |
No. |
Faddel |
Then, Gorbi is coming. |
Ambassadors |
Nor is Gorbi, He's been relieved. |
Faddel |
Who is this celebration for, then? |
Ambassadors |
For you. Look! This your photo. Look! That's your mane. |
Faddel |
Allah is great. Cheer-up, mother. Impossible guys. Am I dreaming? |
Badre |
You're not dreaming. You're a hero. |
Faddel |
Where is the loud-voiced man, them? |
Badre |
Which man? |
Faddel |
The one with the sword who walks one tow and should at presidents kings. I want to come and shout for me a little. |
Salem |
This is no time for jokes, Faddel |
Embassy Employee |
I welcome you in the name of the embassy (A big Egyptian Employee) |
Faddel |
Here you are |
Embassy Employee |
What about me? |
Faddel |
You are the one who kiched me out, aren't you? |
Embassy Employee |
I don't remember. (He talks like a robot) |
Faddel |
Don't hold me, (Faddel takes his jacket off ) (Badre, Salem and the ambassador hold him) |
Salem |
What a shame! He's only on errand boy at the embassy. |
Faddel |
He acted like a "Fallouta" |
Badre |
What's a "Fallouta"? |
Faddel |
A top hat boy. |
Badre |
What do you mean? |
Salem |
He held his nose high in the sky. |
Waiter |
(Carrying drinks) Please. (offers a tray with glasses.) |
Faddel |
All those! What's this? |
Waiter |
Tomato juice, apple juice, orange juice, grapefruit seven up. Coca cola.. Toam Miranda. |
Faddel |
I want a meat and burger send witch. |
Waiter |
You have a good sense of humour, sir. |
Faddel |
Do you work here in the embassy? |
Waiter |
Yes |
Faddel |
Do you hold your nose high like that fellow? |
Waiter |
No. |
Badre |
(Holding the mic) In the name of Allah the Merciful the Compassionate. Friends and brothers, we come here tonight to celebrate the greatest hero of the liberation war.. Faddel Abdel Smaie. (Hot applaud) |
Faddel |
Thank you. Thank you. |
Badre |
Now here's brother Salem from the resistance who will talk to us about Faddel Abdel Smaie's role. |
Faddel |
Where's the hammer? |
Badre |
What hammer? |
Faddel |
Don't you knock with a hammer for each speaker as in the house of common, the United Nations, and the security council. By the way, why do they hold hammers? |
Salem |
In the name of Allah The Merciful and Compassionate. Your excellency the ministers and ambassadors, we gather here tonight to celebrate the hero Faddel. Abdel Samie. |
All |
Faddel! Faddel! Long live Faddel. |
Faddel |
Long live Faddel. |
All |
Long live Faddel. |
Faddel |
Souls and blood, we give for you, Faddel. |
All |
Souls and blood, we give for you, Faddel. |
Faddel |
Down with him. Down with him. |
All |
Down with him. Down with him. |
Faddel |
Live. Live. Live. |
All |
Live. Live. Live. |
Faddel |
(To the group) Don't you have a character of your own? I say down, you say down and I say live, you say live. |
Salem |
And us we celebrate this. Great hero. |
Faddel |
Yes, this great hero. Saad. Saad. Long live Saad Zaghlool Pasha. |
All |
Saad Zaghlool Pasha. |
Faddel |
Long live Mostafa Kamel. |
All |
Long live Mostafa Kamel. |
Faddel |
Fire. Fire. Colonism. |
All |
Fire. Fire. Colonism. |
Faddel |
Fire. Fire and prices are on fire. |
All |
"Silence" |
Faddel |
Did I talk politics? Did I say something wrong and the sensor ship will stop the play or what? |
Salem |
(Talks but he is unheard in the background) This hero Faddel Abdel Samie smuggled weapons into the country. |
Faddel |
(looking at an ambassador beside him) Don't you smuggle weapons, too? You could admire me. I smuggle weapons for dollars only. |
Salem |
(Raises his voice) And carried letters and instructions with the Bedwins. |
Faddel |
Yes, this is the son of Ekream the off-spring of Salah El Dean and Toman. This is Faddel whom the government hit in front of his shack everyday without saying Ah. |
Salem |
He endangered his life so many times for the sake of a just cause. |
|
(They applaud loudly. Faddel looks at a man) |
Faddel |
Are you really English? |
Journalist |
Yes. |
Faddel |
You really talk in English? |
Journalist |
Yes and Arabic, too. |
Faddel |
What do you do for a living? |
Journalist |
A journalist. |
Faddel |
English, too? |
Journalist |
A reporter for "Bisy, Bisy my friend. |
Faddel |
Do you live in a shack, too? I mean where do you live? |
Journalist |
At the meredian. |
Faddel |
Is that eatable? |
Journalist |
What's eatable? It's a hotel. |
Faddel |
I know. |
Salem |
Today we're celebrating this courageous hero for what he had given to the land. We should not forget that on the first day of the liberation, Faddel was the first man to enter the liberated country with his colleagues. One of them got killed and he was injured in the foot. |
Faddel |
(Screaming and crying) Oh, Mahmoud, Oh, Mahmoud Don't remind me of him. |
Badre |
Who's Mahmoud? |
Faddel |
The boy who died. I owe him five dollars and two packets of cigarettes but he got killed. |
Badre |
O.K. O.K. |
|
(Salem talks but we can not hear him) |
Faddel |
(Speaking to a man next to him) Are you an ambassador. |
The Man |
No. An ex-minister of foreign affairs and I a degree in international relations in the 20th century. |
Faddel |
Well! Well! Tel me : Why is the world up side down? People killing people and people slaughtering people! |
The Man |
It's the law of struggle. |
Faddel |
What do you work as, now? |
The Man |
Weapons merchant. |
Faddel |
Good! Good! Cunning boy. You sit here watching who is against whom to sell to both sides. Oh, you! |
The Man |
Nice. Nice! |
Faddel |
Down with weapon merchants (No response) Did I talk politics again? None of my business. |
Salem |
This is Faddel Abdel Samie who walked through fire, raised the flag of beloved Egypt and got Injured for a just cause. |
All |
(applaud) (The group applaud warmly and scatter paper flowers) |
Badre |
Now, a word from our American friend, sergeant George Sambo) |
George |
Ladies and gentlemen. In fact, I'm so happy (laughs) |
Faddel |
Americans have a great sense of humour. |
George |
Faddel in my friend. |
Faddel |
(Cheers) Sambo Sambo you're my friend. |
All |
(applaud) |
George |
Faddel was really fearless. |
All |
Ooh! |
George |
We went him to smuggle weapons for the resistance inside the country and he come back alive and well. |
All |
How strange! |
George |
We wnt him with letters which he delivered and came back alive and well (laughs) (They laough. He talks unheard) |
Faddel |
(To a man next) This Sambo has a lot of dollars. Do you have dollars. |
Man |
I have a French Frank. |
Faddel |
Is this French? |
Man |
Yes. |
Faddel |
How about a game? You with the French Frank and I with the Egyptian pound. |
Man |
Yes. |
Badre |
Pay attention, Fadde. The man speaks on your behalf. |
Faddel |
I've had it with talk. We meed to get into important things. |
George |
This Faddel went into explosives. |
All |
Oh! Impossible! |
George |
(Laughing) Alive and well. |
All |
Bravo! Bravo! |
George |
This Faddel is a symbol of the ancient Egyptian cat which has sevenn souls. (Laughs) |
Egyptian Journalist |
The American General praised Faddel's ability and said he's the sumbol of the great soldier. |
George |
Faddel is Egypt's son. Egypt of the Sphinx, the Nile the shipe and the camels.. the cows and buffaloes, and the temples in Luxor. Salute Faddel. (They applaude) |
George |
Bim Boom Bang Boom! (They cheer) |
Badre |
Now, with the ourageous hero, Faddel Abdel Smaie. (They applaude. Badre and Salem push Faddel to the stand) |
Faddel |
(Standing behind the microphone) Hello! Hello! One, two, three four., Ten Hello! Hello! Haj Mahmoud Mics is ready for parties and occasions 135227 for furniture, electricing and all.. Hello! Hello! |
Badre |
What are you doing, Faddel? |
Faddel |
Trying the mic. |
Badre |
O.K. speak, then. |
Faddel |
Muses is a prophet, Jesus is a prophet, Mahammed is a prophet and each prophet deserves praise. Look, I have five pounds and you have dollars, Franks, Sterling, Kuwaitian, Omanian, Japanese yen, Marks. We'll play each with his own currency. Here I have the back. |
Badre |
What are you doing, Faddel? |
Faddel |
I'm joking because I see they are all stiff in their expensive suits. |
Badre |
Let's be serious and concentrate on your celebration. |
Faddel |
Frannkly (very seriously) I'm really happy to be with you. Brother Badre invited me. I was really sad because he was staying in such a place that… |
Badre |
(Interrupting) Talk about Salem, faddel. Salem. |
Faddel |
Salem is brave. Salem was with told me the embassy will celebirate you, I was rejoiced and here I came. ( Mahrous Shaelelha the journalist enters and meets the ambassador) |
Group |
Bing Boom Bang Boom. |
Faddel |
(Into the microphone) Mahrous Shaelelha is not allowed in here. |
Mahrous |
What is this? What's the matter Mr. Ambassador? Who's that holding the microphone? |
Faddel |
It's me. Why are you here? |
Mahrous |
I didn't come to be insulted, your excellency. I come to attend a hero's celebration. |
Ambassador |
It seems there's a misunderstanding between Mr. Mahrous and Mr. Faddel. |
Mahrous |
I don't know the likes of him. |
Faddel |
I don't know his likes, too, do I? |
Mahrous |
Who are you? |
Ambassador |
This is Faddel, the hero. |
Mahrous |
This? (In surprise) |
Faddel |
Yes, this. |
Mahrous |
I thought you were honoring generals. |
Faddel |
Have some self-respect, Mahrous Shaelelha. |
Ambassador |
Salem! |
Salem |
(Drags Faddel aside) Really! What is it you're doing? |
Faddel |
He's the man who pulled my shack down. |
Salem |
Don't pay attention to him. Get to the stand and give your speech. |
Faddel |
But. |
Salem |
Skip the buts. Goon… (He climbs to the stand) |
Mahrous |
Excuse me, your excellency. I'll withdraw and write about this in my column tomorrow. |
Ambassador |
No, no. this is a misunderstanding between Egyptian brother.. You're all the embassy's guests. |
Badre |
Go on, Mr. Faddel. |
Faddel |
(Holds the mic) One, tow, three, four, ten.. Hello! Hello! Haj Shaelelha's shops… |
Mahrous |
This is an insult. |
Faddel |
Are you the only one called shaelelha? None of your business. Is it because you have a column to insult people in and I have none? Are you terrorizing us? Get your columns out, men. Use a Parker or even a pencil. |
Badre |
Mr. Faddel, please. |
|
(An important person comes in. they all stemd and applaud him) |
Faddel |
Who's that? |
Salem |
(Whispering) He's the United Nations Representative. |
Faddel |
From Boutrus Ghalli's office. How nice! Boutrus hasn't forgotten what's between us. How long was it when we were just little kids playing in the alley? |
Salem |
Stop bluffing. |
Faddel |
I sopped. (The mayor enters the embassy building with noise) |
Ambassador |
What is it? |
The mayor |
I'm the Mayor, Friend of the hero Faddel Abdel Samie. I came to congratulation him as soon as I read about the party in the newspaper. How are you, Faddel? |
Faddel |
(As the Mayor hugs him) What did you come for? |
The mayor |
I want you to recommend my son to have a business contract for an oil company, Faddel. (Whispering) He's my son and your brother. |
Faddel |
What about my land? |
The mayor |
Your land is safe and sound. Even when the City Council chairman called me and said you had sent the security council president a letter asking for a help of 10000 dollars for treatment… |
Faddel |
Has the security council responded? |
The mayor |
Yes. |
Faddel |
They sent the money? |
The mayor |
Sorry but they said no. |
Faddel |
How come they said no? here's the united nations Representative? |
Representative |
Yes. |
Faddel |
I send a letter to the security council asking them to help me out with 10000 dollars. |
Representative |
That's right and we sent the governor 10000 dollars to deliver to you. |
Faddel |
How? Here's the Mayor saying you refused to. |
The mayor |
The matter, your excellency……. |
Faddel |
What matter? Speak up! Where's the 10000 dollars? |
The mayor |
Mr. The Governor told his security to take 5000 dollars and give them to the sheriff to give them to you. The sheriff delivered 2500 dollars to the City Council Chairman to give them to you. He gave me 1250 dollars, which I gave to the chief guard and the other people and told you they had refused. |
Faddel |
Oh, you people. |
The bald man |
Don't cry my son. Many nations are crying now. |
Faddel |
Who are you? |
The bald man |
I'm from the disintegrated great country |
Faddel |
I'm sorry, I have nothing. I know you're selling the atomic bomb for a sack of rice but what I can I do? I need an atomic bomb but I don't have a sack of rice to give you. |
Ambassador |
What do you need an atomic bomb for, Faddel? |
Faddel |
To commit suicide and be sure of my death. |
Salem |
What's wrong with you, Faddel? All the friendly and brotherly countries are celebrating you and you're turning it into a funeral! |
George |
Come on, Faddel. |
Ambassador |
Frankly, ladies and gentlemen, we have taken much of your time. Now, in the mane of the embassy, I'm happy to…. (Photographers and newspaper men cover the party) |
Journalist |
Could we have a talk with the young hero? |
Mahrous |
(To the young journalist) he's merely a worthless boy. You'll give him value. |
Faddel |
I heard you, Shaelelha. I heard you. |
Mahrous |
No, this is much. |
Ambassador |
Good people…. |
Fatma |
(Enters making a noise) Faddel, what's wrong, Faddel? Why were you late, brother? |
Ambassador |
Come on, gentlemen. Now, Badre, now. The embassy's word and let this party pass safely. |
Badre |
Now, the word of his excellency the Ambassador in honor of the hero Faddel. |
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(All applaud) |
|
(Soft music. Three lights spot upon Fatma, Faddel and the Ambassador. The voices of the group are like soft music in the background. They move as if in a dream) |
Ambassador |
In the name of the liberated country… |
Faddel |
What do you wish to have Fatma? |
Fatma |
I wish for a nice apartment anywhere in Egypt, |
Ambassador |
And the name of embassy… |
Faddel |
What else, Fatma? |
Fatma |
I wish you could have a nice job with a salary at the end of the month. A salary authority in the country… |
Faddel |
What else, Fatma? |
Fatma |
(Laughing) A small car we turn into a taxi in the afternoon, which gives you a ride to work in the morning. The government job won't be enough for you, Faddel. |
Ambassador |
We present to the great hero and the first gallant warrior…. |
Faddel |
Close your eyes, Fatma. |
Fatma |
I closed them, Faddel |
Ambassador |
We present Faddel Abdel Samie with the highest medal… The great warriors' medal. |
Faddel |
The bowel crown! Another medal. What medal? I don't want a medal. I don't want a medal. |
|
(Full light on them. Faddel is in range throwing everything around him) |
Faddel |
I want the New Global System. I want the International court.. I want my father, Bushe. |
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(Sound of police patrol cars. Two men enter with a madman's shirt) |
Voice (1) |
What's happening in the embassy? |
Voice (2) |
A madam entered the party. |
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(Black out. The scene shifts on their beds in total calmness. A 70 year old man. A 60 year old man. A 50 year old man and a 40 year old man.) |
The nurse |
(Setting up the new bed.. talking to the patients) A new colleague of yours is on the way. |
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(They all leave papers and magazines and look up in interest) |
Nurse (2) |
(Pushing Faddel ) Get in, brother. |
Faddel |
Peace on you. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Faddel Abdel Samie. This is my photo with the president.. and this a medal from the president during the liberation war. |
Patient (1) |
I'm hero of the 48 war. This is a medal from King Farouk and his this is my photo with him. |
Patient (2) |
I'm hero of the 56 war. This a medal from the president and this my photo with him. |
Patient (3) |
I'm hero of the 67 war. This a medal from the president and here's my photo with him. |
Patient (4) |
I'm hero of the 73 war. This is a medal from him and here's my photo. |
Dr. Ramzy |
(Bursts in) I'm Dr. Ramzy. A doctor General. I don't want anyone to tread these heroes badly. They're Medal Holders, Who's that? Who are you, son? What's your name? |
Faddel |
I'm Faddel! |
Dr. Ramzy |
Whatever you need, any requests. Just let me know my son. |
Faddel |
(Stands and collects the medal from his colleagues) We have one request only. Tell this president and every president that we, who really fought, do not want medals and shields. We want an apartment anywhere. An apartment good enough for a human family. We want a safe job in the government. We want a small car, we could turn into a taxi in the afternoon and wish we could drive to work in the morning. Ask the president, what good is a medal for a hungry, homeless, insecured citizen?!! |
(curtain)
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