Enjoying coffee at one of the 24/7 cafes in Zamalek, I had an unforgettable encounter with a writer and professor, he asked me weather my Mac was efficient. Yes, I assured him, I use it a lot because I am a full time freelance writer. He then asked me what my interests in writing were. I write articles on the art and culture scene in
The women-only village
I had read once that there was a women-only
A community project here in
I am yet to hear about an only woman town or village existing anywhere in
Bussy (Look!) is a project intended to empower women, but not only does it raise awareness about women’s issues through creative means. The project also works with organizations to celebrate women’s triumphs, recognize women’s struggles and mobilize individuals to create positive change within their communities.
It’s a healing experience
Love, faith and healing is an experience. Performing in this play was a cherished memory to keep for a lifetime, described by Aisha Nouh, one of the performers as “a healing experience for many”. There was a bigger cause in performing in this play. My concern was not limited to just having a good acting performance but it was important to be part of something that had a greater cause. I have always held this belief that any art project had to have a bigger cause. For a film to be more than good, or a play to be exceptional, it was not about getting many reviews or just entertaining the audience. There must always be a heart felt passion and drive in the art being expressed. A cause. Not just a cause, a true one.
Getting a lot out it
Sharing, writing, reading stories and acting on stage was a sensational feeling. Transparency is a decision that leaves me wondering how much guts does it take to write about something that hurts.
Telling stories about others was not the same as seeing and acting the same stories of anonymous people. It was a simple yet a bonding experience. The interest was that it isn’t just a play or a competition on writing styles but it’s about women expressing themselves.
With that thought in mind, that’s exactly how I felt these stories were. They were not just about hardships, vulnerability and pain, they were stories that for many were a kind of closure. I felt these stories were not about rape, sex, molestation, affairs or sad endings. They were individual stories about people and feelings. The fact that these stories were put up on display just meant that those women had the courage to speak out, spell and spread the word of love.
After Bussy Project
Those next days after the play was over, I kept on seeing the same people who participated with me everywhere. Mere coincidence, not really! The closing statement of a friend’s congratulatory reply to my e-mail telling her about all the interesting people I met on Bussy, she wrote, “it does make the world go round.” A bond was made among people who knew nothing about each other, there in a community, something special had happened. It would be difficult for others to understand what all of us in the Bussy project shared. I am sure to meet them in Bussy’s upcoming activities that range from lectures, to awareness campaigns for international women related events, and our annual play.
Freedom to choose…
The end of this year’s show is just the first step for many other women to contribute their stories and share their experiences. The freedom of not accepting what ill fate has set and battling all through life to repress the memory , doing something about it. Get involved. Send stories for next year!