The Green line
The Green Line is an experiment in theatrical creation. It is an exploration of Arab ways of knowing applied to playwriting. I am curious how Eurocentric forms of legitimacy are disrupted, interrupted, changed, or unchanged by other ways of knowing. Although this project centres the Arab body, I hope it can add to the toolkit of developing decolonial practises evolving in Canadian theatre.
Currently, I am developing the project with a team of Arab-Canadian artists in Toronto, Ontario, where we are exploring the provocation "How does intergenerational memory sit in our bodies?"
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ARTISTS INVOLVED: Sukaina Ibraheem, Adrijan Assoufi, Amena Shehab, and Makram Ayache.
Over a period of several weeks, I am meditating on several ephemeral qualities regarding the piece. These qualities range from designing a "premise" to the selection of a physical object which captures the feel of the production. Click here to explore.
"Khutut At Tammas. A green line.
A green line is a line of demarcation in a time of war.
It is imaginary, drawn by a grand designer who cleaves the land with his titanic axe, separating the conflicting factions.
During the civil war, it was used to split our single body into two.
East and west Beirut.
Christian and Muslim Beirut.
Not that we were ever really one body before.
But now it was marked by a no man’s land, destroyed by tanks, gunfire, and bombings. Like a stitch across our face that reminds us of our incompleteness, we couldn’t avoid it in the mirror any longer.
But the thing about this line in particular was that it wasn’t imaginary any more. The war drudged on for so long that the natural vegetation began to break through the red stone and a literal green line ran from the southern most tip of Beirut and extended into the lip of the Mediterranean sea.
It would have been beautiful if it wasn’t so ugly.
Some say that returned to her nature, the land gave birth to ancient creatures. Jinns and daemons, shaytans and faeries, roamed in the celestial canopies that no human dared to enter.
Even if one wanted to, they would have been shot by the snipers defending their respective territory.
But what if a person did get in? What would they find?
Who would they find?"