Back in Time...or the making of Hero.

Layla Anwar, An Arab Woman Blues

Yesterday, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, as I was applying my kohl... I looked and saw that I have aged 10 years. No, 100 years. No 1000 years... I pushed the years forth....another 7'000 years I said to myself. Now push them back another 7'000 years... And I saw Gilgamesh appear in the mirror's reflection...And as I looked into the mirror, applying my khol, putting on my daily mask, hiding behind a face that no longer belongs to me...seeing Gilgamesh appear, I thought of Heroes and Heroines from Uruk and Nineveh, and how our lives have turned into a film... A film that you watch daily , or that you may have stopped watching for its repetitiveness... You're probably thinking to yourself, when will the real Hero or Heroine appear and fight the beast and the fake angry Gods, like Gilgamesh did ? Did it ever occur to you that the Hero may have died at the beginning of the film ? Ashurbanipal did not foresee that, nor did Gilgamesh...but you --the truthful ones amongst you did-- and so did I. The rest is just a trailer of more to come. Or maybe the hero has turned into millions of heroes and heroines quietly leading.... continua / continued