Places that have no names places that have no names spring in my mind insisting that their existence is a fact irrefutable the places that have no names have people without faces floating in the after-death decay of ocean contamination the places that have no names with faceless people floating in the ocean of decay exude a cold rotten vibe killing all that grows that swims that jumps that sees that speaks that faces the world alive each day in the ocean of decay people without faces have eyes that are open Close your eyes dead fish float in an ocean of decay Close your eyes a thumb and a forefinger shuts them close putting the dead to eternal sleep but the dead don't sleep their eyes stay open people without faces in the nameless places have eyes that stay open all night and the day can we say that the faceless people were people without faces who did not need to hide in shame or lust 'uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness. 3. a … desire or craving (usually followed by for): a lust for power.' dictionary dot com humiliation or aggression 'the action of attacking without provocation, especially in beginning a quarrel or war. "the dictator resorted to armed aggression"-' google dot ca helplessness or exploitation '1. misuse, abuse, manipulation, imposition, using, ill-treatment- the exploitation of working women' thefreedictionary dot com there's fog in the scene thick swirls of shame self-loathing dear Child, stop that adult male human parent. No, we can't help you, but we are here participating as your unseeing unhearing silencing audience. Who are we? Ha Ha Ha! We are adults surrounding you arounding you in a close-knit circle of abuse. Don't trust the lover, the doctor, the nurse Don't trust the family, Don't trust friends. Don’t fucking TRUST any HU -MAN there is a wound in everyone perpetrator as wounded human is still a perpetrator the wounded human parent must be confronted GET THAT CHILD to stop to stop STOP to stop that perpetrator stop that human STOP THAT PARENT Don't trust teachers soldiers intellectuals scholars priests; all men, can't you see, or women who serve male gods. Education statecraft art religion scholarship suffer slavery at the hands of power-festering minds of men born into and loving their privilege together they make laws governments cultural values, police departments, defense industries, stories of women sacrificing their lives for men, introducing meat industry and goats as equals / protagonists / heroes of the game Trust your gut instinct impulse Act your gut instinct impulse Elect your gut instinct impulse Protect your gut instinct impulse But can it stop the bullet? The gut, the instinct, the impulse, what does it do? Stop the nightfall? The sunrise? What can it do to save to save a child <against> an adult daughter <against> father wife <against> husband sister <against> brother woman <against> man slave <against> master poor <against> rich godless <against> god choice is not always available to children children don't have many choices in weapons and warfare grounds of the battle battle grounds the duel will be fought with unknown weapons surprise attacks physical assaults social repression the opponent is a male adult parent all battlegrounds belong to the male adult parent choice of weapons, combat style, strategy of warfare stays in the shaking -with-lust hands of a coward a bigot, liar, a cruel opportunist, cold manipulator, a shameless abuser of people- the ones who can not defend themselves Dear Child, could you please stop that adult male human parent, please. you ask if i can kill considering my non-violence propaganda the love i profess to have for the life itself can i kill oh can i ever i can if i can kill i tell you i can and i'll kill an abuser of children a child abuser a pedophil i'll kill. Naming the unnamed with an unbending frozen arctic will permeating the firebombed core of the hill i’ll kill all the reasons to kill
Originally performed as a monologue for: ‘Places that have no Names’, Cabaret of Monologues, International Women’s Week 2017, Sarasvati Productions, Winnipeg, March 2017
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A South Asian Canadian writer of fiction and poetry, Fauzia Rafique has published three novels: ‘Keerru‘ Punjabi (shahmukhi, Sanjh Publications 2019 Lahore PK), ‘Skeena‘ English and Punjabi (gurmukhi, 2019 Patiala IN. English 2011, Surrey CA. shahmukhi, 2007 Lahore PK), and ‘The Adventures of SahebaN: Biography of a Relentless Warrior’ English (Libros Libertad 2016 Surrey CA). Her eBook of poems ‘Holier Than Life’ was published in 2013. Earlier, she edited an anthology of writings of women of South Asian origin, ‘Aurat durbar: The Court of Women’ (Toronto 1995). In Pakistan, Fauzia worked as a journalist and screenwriter. Fauzia recieved the City of Surrey’s Arts & Heritage Literary Arts Award in 2020. Her short story ‘The position of her power’ was a Finalist for the Sequestrum 2018 Editor’s Reprint Awards. In 2013, Fauzia declined Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Medal to protest against Canadian Government and British Monarchy for refusing to meet hunger-striking Indigenous leaders. She was recognized in 2012 by peer group WIN Canada as ‘Distinguished Poet & Novelist’ for her first novel ‘Skeena’ (Libros Libertad 2011) and the first chapbook of English and Punjabi poems ‘Passion Fruit/Tahnget Phal’ (Uddari Books 2011). Through creative writing, blogging and community development work Fauzia supports freedom of expression and equality. She publishes blogs on Punjabi literature, blasphemy and honor killings. She is a co-founder and the coordinator of Surrey Muse Arts Society (SMAS).