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by Luna
Luna
Blog Intro
Hello, I'm Luna, and I'd like to welcome you to "Kisses from Kairo,"* my blog about living and working as an American belly dancer in Cairo.
Life in Cairo isn't easy for dancers, foreigners, women, or even Egyptians. It is, however, always exciting. That’s why after living here for seven years, I've decided to share my experiences with the world. From being contracted at the Semiramis Hotel to almost being deported, not a day has gone by without something odd or magical happening. I will therefore fill these pages with bits of my history in Cairo—my experiences, successes, mistakes, and observations. Admittedly, my time here has been rather unique, so I want to stress that while everything I write is true, my experiences do not necessarily reflect the lives of other dancers.
In addition to my life as a belly dancer, I will write about developments in costuming, performances, festivals, and, of course, the dance itself. I will also make frequent references to Egyptian culture. I should note that I have a love/hate relationship with Egypt. If I make any criticisms about the country, please keep in mind that I do so with the utmost love, respect, and most of all, honesty. Egypt has become my home, so I want to avoid romanticizing and apologizing for social maladies, as most foreigners tend to do. Nothing could be more misguided, patronizing, or insulting.
I hope you find this blog informative, insightful and entertaining, and that we can make this as interactive as possible. That means I'd love to hear from you. Send me your comments, questions, complaints, suggestions, pics, doctoral dissertations, money, etc., and I will get back to you. Promise. :)~
My Videos
Friday, December 21, 2012
Crazy Dog Lady
Saturday, October 20, 2012
From Ballet to Belly
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Current Affairs
Sunday, September 9, 2012
"Living the Dream"
It turns out I was wrong. I have, after all, been living in Cairo for four years. Yet at the time, if you would have told me this could or would happen, I would have responded that I also believe in the tooth fairy. I had just been accepted to Harvard, would spend the next two years of my life there, and would then go on to get a job and make babies. I couldn’t imagine interrupting the very natural flow of things to fit Egypt in. Nor could I imagine the logistics of undertaking such an endeavor. How would I get there? Where would I stay? Who would hire me to work so that I could pay my rent and fund all my dance classes? Too much uncertainty, too much impossibility, no money.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Feelings About Feeling
Monday, July 23, 2012
The Joker. Are You Joking?!
Monday, July 2, 2012
Woe to Egypt
Monday, June 11, 2012
The Politics of Harassment
Monday, June 4, 2012
"No Justice, No Peace"
In the words of New York City firebrand, Al
Sharpton, “no justice, no peace.” This is what came to mind upon hearing the
verdict of the Mubarak trial two days ago. I have never had much use for the Reverend
Al, but his words reverberated in my head as thousands of Egyptians took to the
streets, enraged that Mubarak and Co. were let off the hook. Mubarak was facing
life imprisonment for failing to stop the shooting of protesters during the
initial wave of the 2011 revolution. So was Mubarak’s Minister of Interior,
Habib Al-Adly, and Mubarak’s sons, Gamal and Ala. The six officers charged with
actually pulling the trigger on protesters were also let off scot-free.
If that’s not getting off the hook, I
don’t know what is. You would think that after thirty years of robbing the
country, they could come up with enough charges to put him in the electric
chair. Or to wrap a noose around his neck and mete out justice in Tahrir Square,
Iraqi style. Which is basically what a lot of Egyptians clamored for (especially
the relatives of those who died in the revolution). Instead, Mubarak was found
guilty of only one crime but innocent (!) of numerous corruption charges.
As if we really needed a trial to prove that
Mubarak was one of the most corrupt dictators in the world. One need only look
at this place to know the extent of the damage. The education and health systems
are a joke. The economy is in shambles. Unemployment and illiteracy rates are embarrassingly
high. Traffic is a nightmare. Pollution is out of control. That’s all the proof
of Mubarak’s corruption you need right there. But no. Egyptians are having a trial, knowing full well all the judicial
finagling that will occur. Alas… us moderns and our obsession with process.
:/
What I find most intriguing is the
collective Egyptian reaction. Of course, Egyptians have the right to be
outraged. But outrage implies surprise. For the life of me, I cannot figure out
what is so surprising about any of this. From the very start of the trial, it
was clear that things were fixed in Mubarak’s favor—Mubarak appointed all the generals, prosecutors and judges! Even without
these appointments, we would still have a sense that things were fixed, because
that’s just how things work here. This time, however, it was a little more
obvious and therefore insulting to the national intelligence.
Yes. That’s it.
Insulting. Egyptians are insulted,
not surprised. They are insulted that the powers that be think they are as stupid
as to believe that Mubarak only did one thing
wrong in his thirty-year tenure. They are insulted that even after a
revolution, it’s still business as usual in conspiracy-prone Egypt.
This is why
there will be no peace. Because there is no justice. Until the guilty and the
innocent trade places behind bars, Egyptians will not stop raging in Tahrir. Don’t
get me wrong. I fully understand that in this part of the world, in these
times, manipulating political events to ensure more desirable outcomes is
necessary. It may not be “right,” but it is better than letting nature take its
course. Letting nature take its course (i.e. free and fair elections), would result
in Islamists gaining complete control of the country. That would have
disastrous affects for everyone, including the people who voted them in. Hence,
I fully support rigging the presidential elections to ensure the victory of a
secular candidate. This is probably really un-American of me to admit. Then
again, I’m not exactly a (small d) democrat these days.
That being
said, Egypt could have afforded to conduct the Mubarak trial with less overt
manipulation; convicting Mubarak for murder and corruption would not have jeopardized
the future of the country the way fair elections would. If anything, conducting
a fair trial would have been a nice gesture…a symbol of goodwill toward the Egyptian
people. It would have communicated that the revolution was not fought in vain. At
least not entirely.
Not to
mention, the timing of the trial was all wrong. The verdict came directly
between the first and second rounds of the presidential elections, both of
which are (rightly) perceived as rigged. If Egyptians were outraged at last week’s
election results, this verdict basically guarantees that this time around, Egyptians
will approach the polls with a vengeance. And it’s the Islamists who stand to benefit.
Here’s why. Last
week’s election results put Egyptian liberals in the unfortunate position of having
to choose between the two evils they have been trying to extinguish—Mubarak and
the military, on one hand, and radical Muslims, on the other. Liberals must now
choose between the Muslim Brotherhood’s Mohamed Morsee, and Mubarak’s former Prime
Minister, Ahmed Shafiq.
Or, they can
start a new revolution…
I’m willing
to say that before the verdict, liberals would have voted in droves for Ahmed Shafiq.
Not out of conviction, but to prevent the country from falling into the hands
of radicals (and because this would be easier than starting another revolution…and
because liberals have tacitly admitted defeat). The revolution did not preside
the way they hoped it would, and it is too late to save it. Their only option would
be to prevent Egypt from turning into Afghanistan. If that means electing a
Mubarak crony, then so be it.
After hearing
the verdict, however, many angry liberals will vote to Morsee. Also not out of
conviction, but out of spite. They are disgusted with all things Mubarak. Though
Morsee wants to impose Shariah law, everyone knows that he is also the ancien regime’s staunchest opponent. Right
now, this is the most important thing for disillusioned Egyptian liberals.
So there we
have it. Basically, this means that if the second round of the elections is not rigged, Morsee gets in. Now, I’m
willing to believe (and sincerely hope) that the elections are fixed in Shafiq’s
favor, but if they are not, we can kiss this country goodbye.
If the
elections are fixed and Shafiq wins, things will get ugly fast. We can
expect more protests and more violence. Though Egyptians have historically had
a high tolerance for corruption, a sham verdict on the heels of a rigged
election was just too much, even for Egypt.
But if Morsee
gets in, things will get ugly slowly.
Women and Coptic Christians will be stripped of their rights and dignity. The
economy will shatter even more than it already has, and life will become as
miserable as it is in other Islamist countries. Slowly. Wahda wahda. That is more dangerous than any protest, or dare I
say, any isolated massacre. Massacres come to an end, and people lose their enthusiasm
for protests. But gradual Islamification lingers on for decades, destroying
people’s livelihoods and lives.
This is why this
mockery of a trial was the biggest mistake since the onset of the revolution. It
has angered people so much that they are now willing to throw their support
behind the candidate who will most definitely destroy Egypt as we know it.
No justice,
no peace.
Friday, June 1, 2012
The Lesser of Two Evils
Sorry,
this is going to be long. I have a lot to say.
If there’s anything positive coming out of
post-revolutionary Egypt, it is the new belly dance channel, “El-Tet.” Based in Bahrain with an office in Cairo,
El-Tet features performances by Egyptian and foreign belly dancers 24 hours a
day. That’s right. Shimmies and undulations around the clock on national Egyptian
TV. The channel, which is a little over a year old, takes its name from the Egyptian
Arabic word for the accordion/tabla section of a baladi piece. It is actually
pronounced “tit,” but for obvious reasons, you’ll almost always see it
transliterated as “El-Tet.” Short “e,”
not “i.”
I first encountered the new channel last
December, when some of my musicians insisted they had seen me dancing on TV. I hadn’t
heard of the channel before, and I had no idea why they were saying this,
although I found the idea of a channel named “The Tit” quite hilarious. So, I assumed
they probably saw another dancer who resembled me. I was right. My tabla player showed me the clip of the
dancer in question, and sure enough, it wasn’t me. I don’t know how he confused
us, but then again, Egyptians tend to think all of us foreigners look alike.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
"Being a foreign Belly Dancer in Egypt Interview with Luna of Cairo
Interview by Isis Zahara
IZ: When and why did you decide to start a successful
dance carrier in Egypt?
Friday, May 4, 2012
The Big Yellow "M"
Yes, I’m talking about that M. McDonald’s. The place in which no
self-respecting American traveling abroad would be caught dead. We Americans
who travel abroad suffer from a sort of McDonald’s complex. We are painfully
aware that the rest of the world stereotypes us as provincial, untraveled,
uncultured cowboys who only speak one language and only eat fast food. So, to prove to the world (and ourselves)
otherwise, one of the things we do is avoid eating at McDonald’s. Even when it
might be in our interest to do so.
I am one of those Americans who suffers
from McDonald’s complex. Not just because eating at McDonald’s would be an indication
of close-mindedness, but because of all of the things the fast-food chain has
come to symbolize over the years. Especially here in the Middle East. As one of
the largest corporations in the world, it is a symbol of American economic and
cultural hegemony. Is it any surprise, then, that McDonald’s restaurants have
become a favored target of anti-American violence in the Arab world, alongside our
embassies?
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Eat My Feet
Eat
My Feet
This post is for all the guys, real and
virtual, who have ever said they want to kiss, lick, bite, tickle, rub, suck, wash,
or eat my feet. Gentlemen, be my guest. I have THE most disgusting feet on the
planet. Dancer’s feet. There’s years
of ballet and belly dance under those things. (There’s some men under there
too! :O ). Actually, they’re more like tools than feet. I have hammer toes, ingrown
toenails, calluses, corns, blisters, open wounds, broken bones, premature
Arthritis, dead skin, and permanently blackened heels. Bunions run in my
family. I walk and dance barefoot on surfaces you wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot
pole. My feet are so gross even the podiatrist grimaces when I take my shoes
off. In fact, they’re so untamable, I’ve
given up on them. I no longer bother painting my toenails. That would be like
putting lipstick on the proverbial pig. Besides, 90 percent of the nail polish
disappears after just one show. I don’t clip my toenails either, but then
again, they never seem to grow past a certain point. Hah! They probably get
filed down from all the friction that occurs when I dance on wood and concrete
surfaces. I still clean them every so often, although it doesn’t really make a
difference. They just get dirty again. lol
Saturday, March 31, 2012
The Audiences of Cairo
Audiences
One of the perks of being a contracted
dancer in Cairo is that you get to perform quite regularly. Some of us work a few nights a week. Others
work multiple times a day, depending on the venue, the popularity of the
dancer, and these days, whether there is enough business. What could be better
than doing what you love every single day. It seems like the ideal work
situation. And it is. Except I wasn’t too sure of that when I first got contracted.
Here’s why.
Anytime you turn your artistic passion
into a job, you run the risk of losing the passion. This is because a job
entails obligation, routinization, and money, whereas art is antithetical to
all of that. Art is a gift from God. It is not something we can always produce
on command. Hence, we often hear the word inspiration associated with art. Artists
seek and wait for inspiration, and when
it comes, we become impassioned and produce our best work. Since inspiration
can neither be forced nor rushed, it almost seems ridiculous to turn art into a
living the way we would law, medicine, or dry cleaning. And yet, somehow, after
a year of performing every single night, I have not lost an ounce of passion
for the dance. Rather, what I have noticed is that my enthusiasm for the dance
has increased, and is highly dependent on the enthusiasm of the audience.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
On Being Egyptian
I’m not Egyptian and I don’t pretend to be, but I would be lying if I said I haven’t picked up a few Egyptian habits. Being Egyptian is contagious. Particularly when you live here for a while and speak the language fluently. That’s all quite normal, I guess. But it is interesting in light of the fact that I grew up in a country where it is common for foreigners to resist assimilation. So, when I observe the ways in which my thoughts, mannerisms, and even speech have transformed, I cannot help but be chuckle at how much I have unintentionally assimilated into Egyptian culture.
For
example. I have gotten into the very Egyptian habit of staring at beautiful
women. No, I don’t lean that way, and I definitely don’t harass them. But like
most Egyptians, I cannot help but marvel at beautiful people. Which is
pretty hypocritical of me considering how much I hate it when people stare at
me, even if it’s because they find me cute. Staring is rude and is an invasion
of personal space. Besides, I learned not to do when I was in Kindergarten.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
On Being American
On Being
American
Last year, I bought some red, white, and
blue fabric to make myself an American flag belly dance costume. Well, to have
Eman Zaki make it for me. I never thought I would do such a thing, but I couldn’t
resist those glitter stars and stripes set against a background of stretch
lycra. Politics aside, it is a
beautiful flag. And I’m crazy like that.**
The costume was absolutely stunning, but I
wasn’t brave enough to wear it. At least not initially. I was well aware of Egyptians’
generally unfavorable views towards the United States, and I didn’t want to
risk being offensive (or being pelted). Then one day, I decided to risk it. I
figured the worst that could happen was being booed off the stage. I was
willing to take that chance. To my surprise, nothing like that happened. In
fact, my audience started clapping and cheering the moment I entered the room.
Many of them begged to take pictures with me after my show.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Metamorphosis
Adjustments
I just
realized that I have been living here in Cairo for more than three years. This
is a long time for someone who never intended to live or work
here. With all the uncertainty in the air about Egypt’s future, one
wonders how much longer I and others like me can thrive here. But rather than
speculate about the future (again), I have decided to reflect on my past and
share a few of the adjustments I made as a dancer. There were many,
because belly dance outside of Egypt is a totally different animal than belly
dance inside Egypt. There were adjustments in technicality, musicality,
and even physicality. There were adjustments in music selection and music
understanding, costuming and audience. And there were changes in attitude,
ethics and comportment.
Monday, January 9, 2012
False Alarm
Warning: If you have an aversion to feminine products
or problems, or are generally squeamish, proceed no further.
I totally didn’t intend
my first blog post of the year to be about my period, but hey, it’s better than
some soppy post about New Year’s resolutions. Years come and years go, and I
never make resolutions. They are worthless, and nobody keeps them anyway. Besides,
there is nothing special about January 1st. As far as I’m concerned,
July 29th is just as good a day to make resolutions as January 1st.
Because there is no such thing as time. Not here in Egypt anyway.
Back to my period.
If anything, my monthly cycle is the closest thing to time. It is always punctual
and always painful, and I can always count on it coming (that is more than I
can say for most people, including myself). And, conveniently enough, it came
back to haunt me on January 1st, at the stroke of midnight, to be
exact. There could not possibly be a better way to kick off the new year, could
there?