Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Beautiful "With Her/His hand on the Heart"

"King Kong"

You should teach Humanity; How to Love Truely & Faithfully .. You couldnt Speak but You expressed your Emotion and Knew how to Smile, Laugh, Cry, Be Sad, Appreciate the Beauty, say No Agianst cruelness ....

King Kong, You Fight for your Heart & Freedom ....
King Kong, You Died hard and far away from Your Home "Stranger" ....
King Kong, You Are Beautiful "With My Hand hitting on my Heart" ....

Saturday, March 6, 2010


By me : Nour Badr

Tuesday in our wood store when dady arrived from Damietta.

"Face" .. In an African night full of wood scent, i held my dad charcoal pin and my small Piece of charcoal and started to draw when he was unload his goods.
Africa was my ispration to draw this face with a tale nick .. and Modigliani was totally fill my brain with old words echo : "your skitchs seems like his".

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

When there are - No More Heroes

A poem to Saartjie "Sarah" Baartman (1789 – 29 December 1816) who was a woman from Khoikhoi people "Africa" taken from her people "1810" and exhibited her as freak show  in 19th century - Europe under the name Hottentot Venus—"Hottentot" as the current name for the Khoikhoi people .. She treated like a weird animal, they were allowing people to watch her in this show -in a place like circus- naked and also to touch her butt -specially- cause it was strangely big. They were hitting her to stay standing till the end of the show.

Some say they forced her on prostitution making for money, and that was a great reason for her illness then death. She didn't live any good day far away from her home "South Africa" .. Even after her death, Georges Cuvier the doctor of Napoléon Bonaparte was interested in her body -not only him-; he wanted to see how it looks like inside. So, he made an anatomy operation on her after 24 hours from her death to prove that the African bodies are alike monkeys despite Europeans people as they are the high type "Gender Commissioner". He robbed of the brain and some sensitive parts, and kept them in formalin, and then kept the majority of the structure to make a template for the body. He showed - some say her body and some say only this parts- in Musee de l'Homme (Museum of Mankind) in Paris until 1994.

President Nelson Mandela formally requested to have her remains back from France. After much legal wrangling and debates in the French National Assembly, France accepted the request on 6 March 2002. Her remains were repatriated to her homeland, the Gamtoos Valley, on 6 May 2002 and she was finally laid to rest on 9 August 2002 on Vergaderingskop, a hill in the town of Hankey over 200 years after her birth.

Baartman became an icon in South Africa as representative of many aspects of the nation's history. The Saartjie Baartman Centre for Women and Children, a refuge for survivors of domestic violence, opened in Cape Town in 1999. South Africa's first offshore environmental protection vessel, the Sarah Baartman, is also named after her. The furor over the gender of athlete Caster Semenya has led to comparison with Baartman, as South Africa is, after centuries of racial classification, understandably reluctant to allow outsiders to decide who belongs in one group or another.

P.S from me : Wiki. in English and Arabic contain lots of wrong info & ideas about her. So, take care when you get your info about someone or something so sensitive like this woman and this era.

Nour Badr, Dr. Ahmed Khaled Tawfik and Wiki.

Diana Ferrus, "A poem for Sarah Baartman"

"I've come to take you home "
home, remember the veld?
the lush green grass beneath the big oak trees
the air is cool there and the sun does not burn.
I have made your bed at the foot of the hill,
your blankets are covered in buchu and mint,
the proteas stand in yellow and white
and the water in the stream chuckle sing-songs
as it hobbles along over little stones.

I have come to wrench you away -
away from the poking eyes
of the man-made monster
who lives in the dark
with his clutches of imperialism
who dissects your body bit by bit
who likens your soul to that of Satan
and declares himself the ultimate god!

I have come to soothe your heavy heart
I offer my bosom to your weary soul
I will cover your face with the palms of my hands
I will run my lips over lines in your neck
I will feast my eyes on the beauty of you
and I will sing for you
for I have come to bring you peace.

I have come to take you home
where the ancient mountains shout your name.
I have made your bed at the foot of the hill,
your blankets are covered in buchu and mint,
the proteas stand in yellow and white -
I have come to take you home
where I will sing for you
for you have brought me peace."