5 Bites Friday (#39)

 

I remember reading a headline that ‘some old, wise, and blind woman has predicted that 2021 is going to be a horrible year’; even worse than 2020? I thought. Well, superstitions has its alluring qualities, and the first week of January 2021 has been incredibly hectic and tense. Here’s this week’s 5BF: David and Goliaths of our world, a hysterical Sia, Offill on Woolf, and more…

 

1: The Davids and Goliaths of our world (a state of thought)

David may have won in stories of the old, but the present day Goliaths are far more complex and dominating. My community, the Shia Hazaras, have been targeted in Pakistan for over twenty years in name of our identity, beliefs, ethnicity, and used as slaughter-goats. Just a week ago, 11 more men, coal miners, were slaughtered in cold blood by a knife barely sharp enough to cut vegetables. If not the most, then this was definitely one of the most horrific terrorist acts I’ve ever seen. I’ve always wondered what enables the terrorist to carry out such barbarian acts? Do they not hesitate, or regret, or try to undo their deeds later? Is the motive power, or an idealism of superiority, or are they just a part of a group so large that the unbearably brutal acts are shared by them all, therefore making it manageable? If so, such are the Goliaths of our world – a web, a spread-out group, a layered hierarchy, backing each other, in pursuit of something eternally evil; and the Davids, in comparison, so small, so ordinary, so outsmarted, so weak, so peaceful. Once again, there’s an intensely brimming hope that this fresh incident would finally push the Davids to confront the dominant Goliaths; and with this burning pain, spontaneous courage, and immovable, if silly, faith, they might even balance the playing field – but is it not history, or people, repeating itself? Have we, have I, not seen the endgame of such buoyant and faith-ridden protests before? And have we not seen the Goliaths win…? All that, if even there is a Goliath in the first place…

 

2: Sia @timferrisshow

For all the curious and upbeat fans of the Sia out there, me enthusiastically included, this episode is for us. Although Sia’s hysterical (seriously!) laugh makes not only the listeners but even Tim weird-out, it is nevertheless vulnerable, funny, informative, and another peak behind the celebrity façade.

 

3: This Week’s Articles:

A Lifetime of Lessons in “Mrs. Dalloway”: Jenny Offill, author of ‘Dept. of Speculation’ and ‘Weather’ (two books I’m super excited to read and know would absolutely love!) applies Woolf’s own interpretation of reading’s most timeless beauty and joy – that of reading a book every year, and every year learning something new from it – on her own much acclaimed book ‘Mrs. Dalloway’. A must read for every serious reader!

“How Soft This Prison Is”: Reading Emily Dickinson inQuarantine: Dickinson bears palpable joys with the rhythms of her words, and if deciphered and understood, produces an unmanageable outburst of uplifting intimacy of thought and soul. Author ‘Adriana Wiszniewska’ beautifully summarizes the joy of reading Dickinson – in bleakness and loneliness of lockdown.

What Makes Some People More Resilient Than Others: Resilience, and its close synonym ‘perseverance’, to me are words that hones what the best of people are made of, and this article investigates what ‘resilience’ consists of and why some people excel at it and some don’t.

 

4: A poem: ‘Seeing Her in Me’ by Alicia Gabe @NYTimes'modernlove'

‘“I’m sorry for your loss.”
As if you’re lost,
like a forgotten wallet or misplaced keys.
A phrase used to empathize, to quell unease.
I have said it too — about pets and strangers,
but never about you.
I find you in my deep-set eyes and the cheekbones below.
My hands match yours 30 years ago.
I see you in my summer tan that’s dark by mid-July,
and in the lines that arc around my mouth if I laugh or cry.
No, I haven’t lost you, Mom. That could never be.
You’re present everywhere, most of all in me.’

 

5: This Week’s Quote

‘History never repeats itself, man does.’ – Voltaire