Nour

  

On a sunny day, not unlike this one, an angel asked two women going to visit a grave: «Why do you seek the living among the dead?». I’ve always wondered, what it would look like when angels descend from the heavens to tell us something. Last month I kind of got a glimpse of what such an event, if we were to witness it, would look like.  Obviously her name is Nour, purely and simply: ‘Light’. 

Nour was born into a family of runners, however Nour didn’t really run at first, at least not in the track and field sense of the word. She did however try her hand in any sport she could find, and excelled at many; there was volley ball at first, in 5th grade, then swimming, in 6th grade, aftet that, basket ball, in 7th grade, not to mention piano. Then one day Nour saw her brother come home with a bunch of medals. 

Was it the sheen of the sheen of the silver and gold that reminded her of something, or was it the respect and amiration of her brother’s trainers? Regardless, Nour joins the track and field team at 8th grade. She had already found a role model in Laura Fallaha, who was part of the AUB track and field team. It wasn’t long before Nour grabs the attention of coach Mhammad Tamim; it wasn’t really, when you manage to finish the 800m in 2:50 without ever training for it. After that, the Sky was the limit:  

In 2013, Nour goes to Amman and brings back bronze, silver and gold; seven medals from the seven events she competed in. And last year, Nour ran the National Cross-Country championship, and got the silver. This year Nour decided that running will be her life goal. She train three to four times a week. Some day she’ll go for the full marathon in Beirut, and later on become a triathlete, maybe. In the meantime, she has her sights set on the Asian Championship. 

Mystics from every religion believe that our spirits are like a precious metal, lost in the earth, waiting to find its way back to the source.  Whether or not angels exist somewhere or watch over us, I do believe that our children, our Youth, are the people who come the closest to what an angel would really be like. When Nour’s mom saw that photo, which reminded me in the first place of the story of an angel talking to us, to tell us something; she clearly understood why Nour chose running over the other sports, and remembered why she called her daughter that name, in the first place. 

The Bronze, the Silver, the Gold, that these young athletes, our Children, strive to attain should be telling us something important, beyond the respect and admiration they desire; it should be telling us what it is to be human, and what it is to be something a bit more. 

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G. H. Rabbath

G. H. Rabbath is a performative writer, and photographer. He taught Cognitive Science and Art Theory in a Beirut University, and his Ph.D. Thesis was referenced in philosopher Jean Clam's Orexis. G.H. Rabbath engaged in several meta-artistic interventions in the art world since 2009 and the publication of 'Can One Man Save the (Art) World'. He curated in 2010 M. Obaidi’s latest show in Art Dubai along side publishing 'Mr Obaidi and the Fair Skies® Corporation' that addressed the neuroscience of racial bias in relation to conceptual art. In 2011 he obtained the officials nominations of curator and commissioner of the Lebanese Pavilion for the 54th Venice Biennial, and created 'institutional void' in the Arsenale as part of a neo-Situationist project. Other interventions took place in L.A, Copenhagen, Helsinki, Sharjah. In 2013 he obtained directorship of art project spaces in Beirut where he launched The Better World Project. In 2014 he launched 'Signing with Light' a photography project for the benefit of Gulflabor.org that will take place in the U.S. and Europe. His work can be seen on http://saatchiart.com/ghrabbath

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