I’ll start with the disclaimer that I am not a Ph.D. My formal education in Physics reached its zenith with my concentration in Applied Physics for my bachelor’s degree. But I never stopped searching for the truth, about the nature of our universe. Listen at your own risk, you have been warned.
Category Archives: The Warp & Weft
The idea for THE WARP & WEFT was born in September 2020. It’s a multilingual archive of stories that hopes to capture the zeitgeist of that year. Learn more about the vision for this project by visiting ABOUT > THE WARP & WEFT STORY. This is an organic, ongoing project, where responses to the archive can renew and expand it. Please have a listen.
I composed this piece of music in response to Shamoun Murtza’s ‘If A Tree Falls In The Forest’ and as a response to the tone of his voice. His story has to do with the age-old philosophical dilemma: “If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?”
Afternoon dialects beneath a redwood canopy: two children skip ahead; their feet
grind the ground, crushing ferns, tearing tenebrous skulls of leaves. They giggle, while a vanishing world lies ahead of them.
Reticent was a word my mom used to describe me. I remember she said it with ease as if it were just a matter of fact. She was speaking to my kindergarten teacher who had growing concerns about my ability to socialize.
The ongoing Black Lives Matter uprising has helped further my recognition of the depth of structural racism and bigotry here in Rochester and across the country.
February 2021 marks 1 year since we last went to the movies. Remember going to the movies – that act of coming together as an audience, a short-term congregation of community, to share the experience of spectatorship for a couple of hours. On this one year anniversary, I am reflecting back on that experience, trying to retrieve what we have taken with us, as well as left behind us, on our last night so far at the movie theater.
آج میں آپ لوگوں کے ساتھ اپنی زندگی کا ایک ایسا ایکسپرینس شیئر کرنے جارہی ہوں جو مجھے لگتا ہے کہ شاید کہیں نہ کہیں شیئر کرنے لائق ہے. میری پیدائش دہلی کی ہے اور میری پرورش علی گڑھ میں ہوئی. علی گڑھ مسلم یونیورسٹی میں میرے ابا پروفیسر تھے. تو جب ہم لوگوں کی پرورش ہورہی تھی تو ہم لوگوں کو یہی سکھایا جاتا تھا کہ آپ کی زندگی کا سب سے بڑا مقصد بہترین پڑھائی اور اس کے بعد بہترین کھانا
[My Story In My Own Words by Fabeha Fazal: I would like to share some life experiences with you that might be worth sharing. I was born in Delhi and grew up in Aligarh. My dad was a professor at Aligarh Muslim University…]
The stories I chose as inspiration for the movement phrase in this piece are ‘It’s About The Touch’ by Roberta Schwartz and ‘Touch,’ a response to the archive by Kirin Makker. I identified with what Schwartz and Makker wrote about the fundamental nature of human touch.
What I miss most during the pandemic is the ability to reach out and fearlessly, lovingly touch others. My youngest son David recently celebrated his 29th birthday. My husband and I spent two days preparing his favorite foods, ones which he associates with comfort, tradition and warmth.
Chota Bhai, my baby brother
His skin is four shades – possibly seven – darker than mine.
In the beforetimes, I took a risk. Social isolation is not something that is new to me as a disabled person. When I think back on the course of my life, the majority of it has been spent in isolation. This isolation is due to no fault of my own, it is just a function of ableism in this country.
The Warp and Weft contributing writer Roberta Schwartz writes, “What I miss most during the pandemic is the ability to reach out and fearlessly, lovingly touch others…the sense of wellbeing that touch provides.” When I read this, I thought of Cadence and how much I miss not only being in her physical company, but the way that she engages with a friend, the space she gives in our interaction for a fearless loving hand on my shoulder, or a hand moving across my upper back as we hug.