Scene 3
....Babylon leaves the demonstration; she picked an Arab that was standing near by. The Arab and Babylon enter The Forest dancing to the sweeter bitter love melodies.
The mirror is speaking to us all.
The mirror:
Your right is to know what is happening; I am going to tell you what is going on!
Babylon:
What is your name?
Iraq:
I am Iraq.
Babylon:
Go back, your name is not Iraq; you have the right to know your real name.
Iraq:
I don’t care what my name is; I feel the pain, Babylon.
Babylon:
you know my name, what is your problem; do you need any help, money? Visas?
The Arab looks confused, he moves around the place, and then comes back.
Iraq:
I carry a child of you.
Babylon moves back, she says
Babylon:
of Holy father! Funny thing, I am sorry I don’t remember you, and believe me, I am the daughter of my father, if it was me, I did’t mean to hurt you.
Iraq:
Listen to me, I don’t want to fight you, I just want to know my future.
Babylon:
What do you want? You want me to adopt you? Or you want me to find a name? (Laughing) Why don’t you call the baby Babel!!
Iraq:
Babel, is that my name or you are playing a game?
Babylon:
This man lost his mind, listen to me you kind man, and do you know what is happening with you? If you don’t, I know a good doctor; do you know your story?
Iraq:
My story!!!
Babylon:
do you have your birth certificate, or you just escape with nothing?.
Iraq:
Escape from where?
Babylon:
Oh poor one (singing) I have to run like a fugitive just to save the life I live. Good song. Are you a fugitive?
Iraq:
I am not a fugitive, I am looking for peace. Can we live in peace?
Babylon:
After Sad am, I don’t think so.
Iraq:
Do you still love him?
Babylon:
Who are you? What do you want? You have no respect for women, what do you want from a woman, a man like you?
Iraq:
What is my real name?
Babylon:
Babel..., your real name is Babel..., son.
Iraq:
Are you my mother?
Babylon:
maybe your sister. Ask yourself. You know the answer.
Babylon disappeared from the place.
Iraq:
What am I doing here? What a strange place! Why am I here?
The mirror:
Why are you here? Open your eyes, wake up, what do you want?
Iraq:
Stop the war! Stop the war! Stop the war!
I want to go back home, don’t tell me to take a train.
The mirror:
Why do you dig?
Iraq:
You are not Babylon! Who are you? She made me crazy.
(He runs, he leaves the place).
....Babylon leaves the demonstration; she picked an Arab that was standing near by. The Arab and Babylon enter The Forest dancing to the sweeter bitter love melodies.
The mirror is speaking to us all.
The mirror:
Your right is to know what is happening; I am going to tell you what is going on!
Babylon:
What is your name?
Iraq:
I am Iraq.
Babylon:
Go back, your name is not Iraq; you have the right to know your real name.
Iraq:
I don’t care what my name is; I feel the pain, Babylon.
Babylon:
you know my name, what is your problem; do you need any help, money? Visas?
The Arab looks confused, he moves around the place, and then comes back.
Iraq:
I carry a child of you.
Babylon moves back, she says
Babylon:
of Holy father! Funny thing, I am sorry I don’t remember you, and believe me, I am the daughter of my father, if it was me, I did’t mean to hurt you.
Iraq:
Listen to me, I don’t want to fight you, I just want to know my future.
Babylon:
What do you want? You want me to adopt you? Or you want me to find a name? (Laughing) Why don’t you call the baby Babel!!
Iraq:
Babel, is that my name or you are playing a game?
Babylon:
This man lost his mind, listen to me you kind man, and do you know what is happening with you? If you don’t, I know a good doctor; do you know your story?
Iraq:
My story!!!
Babylon:
do you have your birth certificate, or you just escape with nothing?.
Iraq:
Escape from where?
Babylon:
Oh poor one (singing) I have to run like a fugitive just to save the life I live. Good song. Are you a fugitive?
Iraq:
I am not a fugitive, I am looking for peace. Can we live in peace?
Babylon:
After Sad am, I don’t think so.
Iraq:
Do you still love him?
Babylon:
Who are you? What do you want? You have no respect for women, what do you want from a woman, a man like you?
Iraq:
What is my real name?
Babylon:
Babel..., your real name is Babel..., son.
Iraq:
Are you my mother?
Babylon:
maybe your sister. Ask yourself. You know the answer.
Babylon disappeared from the place.
Iraq:
What am I doing here? What a strange place! Why am I here?
The mirror:
Why are you here? Open your eyes, wake up, what do you want?
Iraq:
Stop the war! Stop the war! Stop the war!
I want to go back home, don’t tell me to take a train.
The mirror:
Why do you dig?
Iraq:
You are not Babylon! Who are you? She made me crazy.
(He runs, he leaves the place).
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