Velvet Revolution By Gladys Matar كلاديس مطر
In 2001, Ward
House in Damascus, published Ms. Matar’s “Velvet Revolution”: a work of fiction that was widely distributed
attracting a fair share of critiquing.
This book was introduced by the renowned
Moroccan author and thinker Fatima Almarnisi as a novel dealing with “how an Arab relates to his
past.”
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BOOK
REVIEW
By renowned female Arabic thinker and writer, Prof. Fatima
Mernissi:
You could split book consumers into two categories: those who
read for entertainment and those who read for self- discovery. If you belong to the first category, that is if
you read to escape reality, then Gladys Matar’s play: “thawratu al makhmal” is not for you.
But if you are like me, extremely aware, as an
Arab, that you have a serious problem with reality, and you read with the hope of discovering why, then
definitely, Matar's play is for you.
Why? Because all her personage suffer from a
troubled relation to time. Like most of us, Arabs, her heroes have strong roots in the past, but feel like
tightrope-walker (rakis ' ala
a–hibal) when they step in the present. Tightrope- walker is
precisely the profession of her main character "laqad kuntu daiman rakiçan ' ala al hibal fi
sirk wa la mani'a ladaya
an azilla muallaquan fawq, sairan wa dira'ay mamdoodatani wa anfassi maktoma
bida' at tawazuni wa i-ibhar, sa'idan bi-i-wujuhi al-madhuchati wa-çamti aladi yantahi bidawi at-taçfiqi
wa-çafir"
Not only is the main character who is to inform
us a circus professional, but he warns us from the beginning, the events he wants to introduce us to, mostly
endless and senseless wars, are not very precise, because his memory is defective “la adkur fi ayi chita, mina al qarni al madi
bada dalika (wars) bidabt, walam a'ud umayyiz a'mar al afrad al ladin sa atahadatu ' anhum katiran wa in
kuntu ça aqtaribu mian as-sanawati qadra al imkan.”
However, and strangely enough, although this
strange man warns me against this incapacity to control time, I feel involved drawn into the play and I want
to read more because I feel at home in this circus.
Although he describes “wadi ar-Rimal,” supposed
to be somewhere in Syria, 5000 kilometers away from Morocco, I still feel at home , because he insists that
it is not a place in space , but in time . But if elsewhere, citizens have the right to consume time in its
three dimensional sequences, with its past, its present, and its future, in Wadi ar.Rimal, people are forced
to limit themselves to the first.
Their access to the present and the future is
blocked. In “Wadi ar-Rimal,” just like in Morocco, Arabs thrive on consuming the past only. They feel exiled
in the present and do not dare to think that the future is affordable. “Ana çadr ed-din Ibn çadr
ed-din, Ibn çadr ed-din min abna'I awal salatin wadi ar-rimal wa akhirihim” why .
I kept wondering, I feel sorry for this,
anachronic Sadredine ? I feel sorry because he is proud of his salatin, his despotic ancestors in a time
where the masters are proud of their Human Rights achievements they broadcast in their science – infused
satellites.
Yes, I feel sorry for Sadredine , not only
because he refuses to admit the feminine part of his heritage (depriving himself of 50% of his reality); but
also because I am forced to live with him and his sad archaic Arab World . SAD BECAUSE POWERLESS. Matar's
hero ends up, like we all do, watching the enemy camping on the frontier “la yazalouna hunak ..inahum ' ala al hudud wa
rubama fi kuli makan la natawaqa'uhu” yes , our main job, has
become, like the tightrope dancer in the play , to waist our energies watching enemies instead of focusing on
ourselves ,
Are we , condemned," I ended up wondering at the
last page of the play" to watch imaginary enemies at our frontiers, while the real enemy has satellites to do
this job and is free to invest his brain in accumulating scientific
discoveries?
Temara Beach, Rabat, June
2000
Prof. Fatima
Mernissi
Institute universitaire de recherché scientifique , université
Mohamed v, Rabat.
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