19 10 / 2014

Morning. Dark room. Alarm clock shows 5:00AM. Side-profile, her eyes open wide.


Bathroom. Medicine cabinet closes, her face is revealed. Close-up on eyes finishing up make-up with mascara. She’s humming a Fairouz song indistinctly.


Her room. Close up on right shoulder. Her white coat is pulled on in one swift move. She grabs the stethoscope from counter. Door shuts behind her as she leaves the house.


Her car. Focused on her right shoulder. She turns on the music. Focus shifts to the CD player and the rearview mirror, which has an Arabic nicknack hanging from it. The Fairouz song from earlier is playing. She’s humming along.


The hospital entrance. From behind, we watch her walking down a long hallway, stethoscope in hand.


The ICU. From behind, we see her in front of a computer, typing notes. He slides up next to her, in white coat and scrubs. He’s been there all night.


هو: يا صباح الخير

She’s still facing computer, typing notes. هي: يا صباح النور

هو: يا صباح الورد

She turns to look him in the eye. هي: يا صباح العسل

يا صباح القمر

يا صباح الهوى

He reaches out to touch a curl of her hair. يا صباح الشعر

He’s wearing glasses. She nods toward them. يا صباح النظارة

يا صباح الحلوة

She turns back toward the computer. يا صباح المجاملة

He turns to toward the counter as well. يا صباح الباردة

She giggles triumphantly. يا صباح القوية

يا صباح الضحكة

She turns back toward him and smiles warmly. يا صباح الابتسام

يا صباح الفرح

يا صباح الطيوب

يا صباح الخير

يا صباح الخيرين

Zoom out. They are gazing at one another.

03 12 / 2012

kalimatkalimat:

Drawing from a wide range of source material, this recorded performance combines a palette of edits of classic Arabic pop, found sounds from radio, television, conversation, and the streets of Cairo, Doha, and Toronto, within a framework of original electronic composition that responds and envelops these sounds.

The intended listening experience evokes radio listening while in transit, moving from room to room in a venue for dance music, or musical daydreaming while watching the news—moving from space to space into another in which the sounds themselves are the main elements.

Composed by Karim Sultan for Kalimat Magazine

This audio piece was developed for the V&A Friday Late: Record, Reframe, Resist on 30 Nov, 2012.

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03 8 / 2012

Blue: My dear Homsie who is in Heaven…. take unto you some of your brothers, the Aleppians, who are on their way.Red: ??????
Blue: I swear, my brother, our time has come
Green: no comment!!!
Plum: 1000

Blue: My dear Homsie who is in Heaven…. take unto you some of your brothers, the Aleppians, who are on their way.

Red: ??????

Blue: I swear, my brother, our time has come

Green: no comment!!!

Plum: 1000

17 4 / 2012

Red: Has anyone heard anything?
Green: Good news, I hope?? God willing, there is nothing :(
Blue: Boooooom
Yellow: I’ve heard!!
Purple: ???

Red: Has anyone heard anything?

Green: Good news, I hope?? God willing, there is nothing :(

Blue: Boooooom

Yellow: I’ve heard!!

Purple: ???

09 4 / 2012

Stop the killing… We want to build a nation for all the Syrians.

Stop the killing… We want to build a nation for all the Syrians.

18 2 / 2012

16 2 / 2012

لقد حررني الله فليس لأحد أن يأسرني
 
I have been liberated by God, thus nobody can imprison me.

16 2 / 2012

A reason to smile.
"My whole life, I never met someone like you."

A reason to smile.

"My whole life, I never met someone like you."

15 2 / 2012

This image burned into my mind.

This image burned into my mind.

15 2 / 2012

ما الحياه إلا امل … يصاحبها ألم … ويفاجأها أجل
What is life but hope… Pain befriends life… Death surprises it.