What He Knows What She Knows What You Know

24 Dec

he thinks:
next time i come around i want to be a redwood.
which is amusing since he’s not a buddhist. he’s not even religious. or…what is it they call it now?
spiritual.
and the intellectual idea of repeating life, even as something else, is repulsing to him on a weird, parallel level with intrigue. it’s cruel and unusual punishment. it’s folktale. mixed with curiosity.
still, a redwood…
reincarnation as means of repenting for ongoing sins, not punishment.
he thinks:
sins. what a joke. body of christ. blood of christ.
but there are things that work him over now. he slaps a label onto himself: humanist. maybe he’s turning into that. it wouldn’t be a bad transformation. he’s old and tricks don’t stick too much at this age.
but labels…
there are those things he’d like to take back. mikey gaydos. the time he stole money from his mother’s purse when he was ten. many others later on that hurt people.
and the chunk of time in new york. in the months following 9/11 he lived in islip. there was a shuttle bus carrying boys and girls to a muslim school nearby. after the attacks he joined the others on the streets every morning waiting for the van, and threw eggs and oranges and coffee cups at it.
they were just children going to school.
humanist.

even though she has a weird name, she was born here in america. at a hospital in maryland, just off the beltway. you can see it as you loop around, just before the mormon temple. it’s an ugly hospital. looks like an institution.
hanan arzay.
it’s moroccan. it’s a weird name for the american kids but she doesn’t go to an american school.
her parents are ahmed and fatima. immigrants from rabat.
her high school is for muslim students, and she and a handful of other kids get bussed from her house in islip to khalil gibran school in deer park.
every morning there is a group of angry people who throws eggs and coffee cups at the van, livid about 9/11. they shout insults at the kids inside.
sand niggers.
smelly arabs.
terrorists.
they’ve done this for two straight months since the attacks. one time, a woman hurled a bottle filled with maple syrup and shattered the window. she was so angry, hanan could see veins pulsating on her forehead.
she thinks:
this is what it must be like for palestinians in gaza. this is what it must be like for people to get to work or for kids to go to school.

at the khalil gibran school in deer park, hanan’s koran teacher throws a piece of chalk at her for requesting literal translations of the holy book.
hanan arzay is later expelled for the insult to islam.

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5 Responses to “What He Knows What She Knows What You Know”

  1. Geoff 24/12/2008 at 8:51 AM #

    Alex,

    I happy to see the story continue. You really do have something here — something that’s “better than good.”

    I hope the Muses keep speaking to you — that the whispers of creativity are all around.

    To the words ….

  2. brandon 25/12/2008 at 6:00 PM #

    this is so much better than what i’ve been paying to read lately. maybe you will reincarnate as a tree that will be pulped into the pages of a book.

    happy holidays, my friend

  3. (S)wine 26/12/2008 at 9:03 AM #

    Thanks men.

  4. Erin O'Brien 26/12/2008 at 12:00 PM #

    See what happen?

    I’m trying to think of something to say. I hop over here to comments and BOOM “Thanks men” just effs me up.

    A man saying thanks to other men. Freak me out. Cool.

  5. (S)wine 26/12/2008 at 12:21 PM #

    …and women.

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