Humanitarian activist and actor Federico Wardal interviews Egyptian human rights leader Moushira Khattab

Young Italian man with glasses next to a darkened theater stage next to a light-skinned woman with lipstick and shoulder-length light brown hair. She appears to be speaking.
Count Federico Wardal, Italian actor and human rights activist, Her Excellency Moushira Khattab

Her Excellency Moushira Khattab, an Egyptian and global human rights leader, gets the attention of more than one million watchers worldwide through “What’s your Right?” a San Francisco TV program. What she does to defend human rights is educate people to be aware what their rights are, first of all.

H.E. Moushira Khattab was honored in San Francisco at the War Memorial Veterans Building, (the site of the 1965 signing of the U.N. Charter), for “The Universal Children’s Day”, an event in San Francisco organized by Hon. Mary Steiner, focused on ending female genital mutilation and child marriage.

Khattab is the first leader in the world to have written a law against FGM (Female Genital Mutilation). This law took effect in Egypt and Khattab supports extending it to rest of the African continent. But this horrible practice, rooted in tradition rather than religion, is still practiced in other continents and even in the USA!

One of Khattab’s mottos is: “give people the educational means so that they are aware of and defend their rights.”

Here is my interview with Her Excellency Moushira Khattab:

Wardal: Your Excellency Moushira Khattab, what are the best strategies that each country should take to raise awareness of human rights?
Khattab: Thank you, Count, for asking me about human rights. Educating the people is the priority in raising awareness of human rights.

To educate all the people, with special care towards the most vulnerable and the poor, is the duty of each state which is legally committed to protect human rights without any discrimination. This includes educating people about the right to equally dignified treatment without any discrimination among rich and poor, males and females, Christians, Jews, Muslims, believers in any other religion, atheists, able-bodied, able-minded or disabled people, different races or sexual or gender orientations. In order to make people aware of their rights, empowering people is not a favor but a duty, a legal obligation for nations.

Light-skinned middle aged woman with brown shoulder-length hair sits on a white couch in a living room with windows and green plants outside. She's wearing a white scarf and patterned blue and white top. Nelson Mandela, a white haired Black man, sits next to her and is in a blue and black and white patterned collared shirt.
Her Excellency Moushira Khattab and Nelson Mandela

Wardal: Many planned human rights initiatives and institutions remain inactive and often disband when there is a change of head of state.  How can we avoid such tragic suspension or even cancellation of such activities?  How to make action to promote human rights independent of the changing winds of politics?
Khattab: Thank you very much for this further important question. I repeat, the people are the strongest pillar of any state.  When the people are educated about the rights, they will fight for their rights. When people know their rights they do not fall into oppression by the rich and powerful.

The civil society organizations are very close to the people in Egypt. I am so proud to have coordinated, initiated and led many movements to defend  women and children against FGM, child marriages, human trafficking, and all forms of violence against children. We have seen two revolutions in Egypt: the 2011 Arab Spring and the more recent June 30 revolution. And thank God, the law that I have engineered about Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) is still intact. It is the pride of Egyptian society because it was drafted by the people . 

I spent five years educating the people, parliamentarians, the judiciary, and legislators about FGM and the rights of our children, and I talked about that issue globally as well.  One of the first actions that the Muslim Brotherhood took in 2012 was to try to revoke the FGM law, but the people defended it and the civil society organizations defended it. They said, ‘This is our law, we made this law’ and now this law is intact and thank God, children have more rights,  women have more rights, because people know about the their rights. Political leaders – the head of the state, the judiciary, legislators, executive branch leaders, must be committed to the rights of the people, but the strongest link of this chain is the people themselves.


Wardal: Your Excellency is the first vice chairman of the African Committee of Experts on the Rights and Welfare of the Child and you are a member of the International Board of Trustees of the African Child Policy Forum. The president is H.E. Graça Machel, widow of Nelson Mandela. She is an icon. What are the national and international programs led by these organizations?

Light skinned, brown haired woman standing in front of a large painting in a gold frame. She's wearing a necklace and a green and white top that looks like tie-dye.
Her Excellency Moushira Khattab

Khattab: I am happy to be part of these organizations. The Rights of African Children is a committee established by the African Charter of the Rights and Welfare of the Child, which is composed of experts with the purpose of assisting member states to fulfill their commitments to the rights of their children. States present periodical reports to the committee and the committee reviews the reports and makes recommendations to delegations of states and to civil society in order to help them advance the rights of children.

The committee looks to see if the states have solid laws that guarantee the rights of children, if the states have a national plan of action, if the states have allocated sufficient financial funds and human resources towards the implementation of plans enhancing children’s rights. They check to see if the government is working in partnership with civil society groups to make people aware of the rights of the child and if children themselves are aware of their rights.

The committee makes recommendations to the delegation of states and civil society representatives on how to improve the conditions of children and enforce their rights in cooperation with the African Union and the United Nations. The committee of experts is selected by the nation’s representatives to the African Union. The African Child Policy Forum is a very solid civil society organization that works for the rights of African children through providing knowledge and dialogue and advocacy for improvement. 

The African Policy Forum works to make sure that African governments are continually fulfilling their child rights obligations and legal responsibilities and putting in place policies and legal protection for the wellbeing of all children. These include vulnerable children, poor children, children separated from their families, refugee children, internally displaced children due to armed conflicts. Issues of concern to us include child and human trafficking, child soldiers, child marriage, and child labor.

Flyer announcing Her Excellency Moushira Khattab's appearance at San Francisco's Universal Children's Day event.
Announcement for the event in San Francisco where Her Excellency Moushira Khattab spoke

Wardal: Excellency, climate change is making it increasingly harder to sustain life on our planet. We are all weaker and it is more difficult to control the proliferation of viruses and epidemics.  

Khattab: Thank you for this connection you made between climate change and Covid!

The economies and societies of most countries, rich or poor, are set up to function under normal conditions. So when special and emergency conditions such as Covid occur, these systems collapse into chaos, resulting in health and economic catastrophes. Climate change, demographic explosions and wide-ranging damage from conflicts are not taken into account. Political will is insufficient to address this crisis, where peace and security need to be strongly promoted. We need the political will to enable the UN to deal with such a crisis. The UN’ s member states need to review its charter to enable the security counsel to meet its responsibilities. When COVID 19 erupted, Secretary General Antonio Guterres spoke up on March 23, 2020 and invited world leaders to put their guns down and fight Covid-19. A strong food program was successfully implemented to face the COVID emergency during the state of chaos in which humanity had fallen.

Middle aged Black woman with glasses, short curly cropped black hair, lipstick and an aqua, white and purple sweater.
Graca Machel

Wardal: The Nobel Prize-winning genius Marconi, inventor of the radio and telegraph, said, ‘My inventions are for the benefit of humanity and not to be used for its destruction.” On the other hand, there is no such control on the scientific research on viruses.

Khattab: We need international transparency and information sharing in the age of Covid. No nation should hold onto medical information, but should share it instead to protect human beings from falling sick.

This should also apply to the Covid vaccines. Poor people have the right to be protected from the virus as well. The UN has to deal with the distribution of the vaccine and is making decisions right now on who gets the vaccines first and how to make them available to those who cannot pay.

International transparency on this aspect is absolutely necessary in order not to lose further human lives.

Wardal: Excellency, you are always welcome as a guest on my San Francisco television show! I also encourage you to write a book about your immense knowledge of civil and human rights. I know you are busy with vital political activity, but maybe, step by step, you could start to write a book, chapter by chapter. I would be especially happy helping you.

Khattab: Thanks. My children and my friends constantly encourage me to write a book about my long and continuing work to improve living conditions and to guarantee respect, equality, and dignity. I will see. At the moment my life doesn’t leave me this possibility.

Poetry from Jon Bennett

Soles 

There’s a new oddball in town 

I see him on 6th, 

the Tenderloin, the Marina, all over 

This man has made enormous shoes  

out of garbage: 

inner tubes, rags, 

plastic bags, pieces of foam and bark 

These foot rafts 

are up to a yard long 

causing him to walk with visible strain 

sweat on his brow 

But sometimes the shoes shrink 

and he flies along  

at a near sprint 

Down at Chrissy Field 

I finally asked him, 

“What’s the deal with the shoes?” 

He paused, smiled at me, and said, 

“The greater the surface area 

attaching me to your planet 

the less likely I am 

to float  

away.” 

Someone Likes You 

I deleted the dating profile 

then rewrote it  

added some links  

and deleted it again 

Now that it’s blank 

I get these messages, 

“Someone Likes You!” 

and a picture of a ballerina 

or a pole vaulter 

a picture of Farrah Fawcett 

a picture of an alien vampire goddess 

or an irresistible succubus 

selling me  

false hope 

false hope 

false hope 

until I take to the streets

I am Igor,

hunched, hungry 

begging the dealers 

the aqua lung-ed bung squatters 

the remains of pigeons, dogs and televisions 

on my beloved San Francisco sidewalks 

“Do you like me?  

Does anyone?  

Could anyone? 

And, if so, how much 

would it cost?”

The Echo Chamber of My Heart 

“You say you don’t 

have a girlfriend because you’re fat 

but that 

is not the reason! 

Women like 

someone sweet.” 

She’s right, and in this pandemic 

I’ve come to realize 

nothing much has changed for me 

The same longing  

rattles around 

in the echo chamber of my heart 

I could say the heart hardened 

but no, the longing 

is what changed 

only a low buzz now, 

like tinnitus, 

an annoyance rather 

than a plague. 

Ekphrastic Poetry from Mark Young

Representation II

The orchestra under the cypress

tree kicks into life. A few bars;

& then the scene we’re watching

on the small screen is replicated

on a larger canvas that still permits

the original viewing platform to

be included in the corner, picture-

within-picture style, framed by

the only thing that might be a

goal were it not for the pawn on

top. Or maybe it was the other

way around & downsizing has

occurred. No spectators to see

the “world game” shrunk to three

a-side. The château now a simple

manor house. A lone pianola.

Rene Magritte, Representation II, 1962

L’esprit et la forme (1928)

There is much to

sing about here.

The glass of water.

The fish out of it

but still swimming

happily around. The

pawn, token of a

game she has just

learnt but is much

taken by. Which she

has natural advant-

ages in since she can

float above it & read

the play as easily as

she can read the myst-

eries of the sea floor.

René Magritte, L’esprit et la forme , 1961

Tous Les Jours

Up here in the mountains

it is an everyday thing

to come across vestiges of

earlier climbers &/or the oc-

casional earlier painting.

They may present as tracks

in the earth or discarded

equipment. Sometimes as

ghosts or holograms. Stare

at the latter for long enough

& they sometimes become

embarrassed, begin to speak.

In a thin voice that still 

sparks echoes, this one says:

“I was once the star of The

Age of Enlightenment. Now

the world has forgotten

me. Am I not still beautiful?”

René Magritte, Tous les jours, 1966

La Marchande de Sable

Legerdemain & sympathetic

magic are not confined only

to my paintings. Sometimes

I moonlight as the sandman,

tell stories that throw sand

into the listeners’ eyes to

foster dreams that render the

invisible visible. Georgette is

happy just to watch me work;

but on occasion, when I wish

to explain more fully what is

beneath, behind, the current

painting, I sprinkle sand into

her eyes to make her sleep. She

smiles at my explanations; &

at the pipe I leave beside her to

remind her where we’ve been.

René Magritte, la marchande de sable , 1936

Ekphrastic Prose from Sandra Rogers-Hare

BLM

JACOB BLAKE

Count them on one hand

times we witnessed an event as a nation

      Apollo moon landing in collective awe

      Washington Mall, swearing in Barack Obama

      Paris. Replays of Princess Diana’s deadly car crash—

George Floyd died under the knee of a policeman

throngs of people and three officers looked on

Americans wrenched in pain, my hand flew to my lips

      He took his dying breath,

      “Mama!”

Americans moaned, Ahhh nooo

      That happened?

People all over the world witnessed Floyd’s death

It changed the dimensions of America

That day George Floyd died,

      so did the brittle transparent bubble

      that separated me from society.  Snap! 

      American consciousness changed.

Now, we say we need to learn about African Americans. 

We don’t know who they are.

Black  conjures slavery, church-going folks, poverty, drugs, urban crime.  

Dialogue flies across the airways

      the words pile up between us

      we’re not really closer,

      not as close as that intimate moment          

      George Floyd drew his last breath.

So, we’re all dealing with this

taking the measure of all things in our lives

What?  Jacob Blake?!  Police shot him in the back.

      Seven times.

      Plucked his shirt, stretched as Jacob bent to get in his car

      his three young sons in the back seat

      Why?

African Americans:  Images of Mammy, plantations, cotton picking

People don’t know the amazing things Africans did. 

Mansa Musa, the tenth ruler of the Mali Empire

      Was richer than Jeff Bezos

      Mansa Musa went to Cairo and spread so much gold around

      He broke the economy

      Amazon smiles

Jacob Blake’s family knew their history.

His parents were educated, enlightened people,

Helped people in Evanston, where Jacob grew up. 

Americans didn’t know that or about

      All those years of slavery, abuse

      Forced labor even after slavery was abolished         

      All those years

      Shackled to a stone blocking the American dream

After all those years, all that education, all that enlightenment

Jacob Blake is in a coma in a hospital in Kenosha, Wisconsin

handcuffed to his bed.

      After all those years,

      and all that history,

      Jacob Blake, the black man,

      is still in chains.

August 23, 2020

GEORGE FLOYD

On May 25, the day George Floyd died

at the hands of the Minneapolis police, both CNN and MSNBC

stopped posting the daily coronavirus count. On that day, everything changed.

What does COVID-19 have to do with the anguished cries of a dying man pinned under the knee of a veteran police officer, hands in his pockets, leaning in with determination?

What does 400 years of institutionalized, cultural and systemic racism have to do with a pandemic?

The police stopped and harassed Mama and my father

driving around St. Paul, Minnesota in the ’40s—

a white woman with a black man.

I can see them now, her blonde hair lilting

she snaps her head around, tense,

and my father, cool, a cigarette dangling from his mouth,

asks languidly, what’s the problem, officer?

He was better educated, more articulate than the police,

probably nattily dressed in slacks and sport coat for his lady.

It wasn’t his first time being stopped.

He attended communist party meetings where they discussed

racial prejudice and revolution.

Police abuse is common knowledge in the Twin Cities,

common as wallpaper, 

racial tensions have been simmering at a steady burn since forever. 

Floyd George was not the only one. There are countless others.

His killing catalyzed demonstrations across the country,

indeed, around the world,

Floyd George was actually the fifth death

at the hands of Minneapolis police since 2018.

A plague and a pestilence. 


Sandra is a renegade artist and writer, and the founder of the Genghis Khan Urban Guerrilla Research Society.

Poetry from Mahmoud Sami Ramadan

Dear Love,

I haven’t written you anything lately. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. It’s so hard to put effort into a nicely shaped paragraph. You also know that I wait until things ask to go out, I never push them to.

Generally; I never push. I always wait, I never feel good pushing. Yes; I made this mistake once with some of them, I pushed too hard that it didn’t work, and I lost.

Dear Love,

I am learning that what comes naturally, stays. Also, what goes naturally, doesn’t hurt.

Dear Love,

I miss you; you know that?

Dear Love,

It’s passed midnight already, and I am not able to sleep. The ghosts of my past are chasing me. As I am so glad that I don’t have roommates anymore, as I feel like I need one right now, just to hear the noise around me that distracts me from thinking about you.

Dear Love,

Overthinking kills.

Dear Love,

I miss you so much.

Dear Love,

Last time I saw you, I felt like I didn’t want to see you again. You were different, you have changed and I didn’t expect myself to be going so far away without feeling bad or upset. How come destiny helped me a lot to get over you? How come I don’t feel anything for a long time!

Dear Love,

I haven’t changed yet, I am still loving at most, I am still giving parts of myself, I am still getting over myself for others and I am still a very hard person to get over.

Dear Love,

I receive many letters from all of them, all are sending me their feelings, they still do carry feelings for me. I also still carry feelings, for myself.

Dear Love,

I have discovered that I have too much curiosity to get to know strangers. I am more comfortable around them. Those who you meet and you are sure that you are leaving. I do open up to them as I was opening up to you someday. Someday I don’t know if I want back.

Dear Love,

I really don’t feel anything.

Dear Love,

I want love.

I want love.

I want love.

Dear Love,

I give love to get love.

I am singing that line right now, I liked it. How come I still like myself and like what I do even if it is never enough?

Dear Love,

I still miss you.

Dear Love,

I don’t know you; I don’t know who you are. Am I still in love just with the idea of love?

Maybe I have never loved you and maybe we have never met!

Dear Love,

I wish things went smoother.

Dear Love,

I want to sleep and I will.

Mahmoud Sami Ramadan

Poetry from Hongri Yuan, translated by Yuanbing Zhang

THREE POEMS

There’s a Much Larger World in the Body

There’s a much larger world in the body

this is the secret that the ancient sages have told you.

Listening to the light pass through your body and play Guqin in your bones

noticed an old man, who was 30000 years old, sitting in a palace on the mountains top.

There is an island in the depths of the ocean,

the goddess was so brilliant before the world had been born.

Her eyes will make you forget the sadness,

for an instant, take you through those free and unfettered days outside.

在身体里有一个更大的世界

在身体里有一个更大的世界

这就是古代圣人告诉你的秘密

倾听光线穿过你的身体在骨骼里弹琴

看到一个老人三万岁了坐在山巅的一座宫殿

在海洋的深处有一座小岛

那位女神在世界诞生之前就如此灿烂

她的两只眼睛会让你忘了忧伤

一瞬间带你穿越那天外逍遥的日子

2020.05.12

The World is Just a Lie

The world is just a lie,

truth is on the other side of the world.

We can neither see the light of time

nor know that everything is a shadow on the running water.

There is another me on another planet,

you have never been born or died.

When the maze becomes transparent, the door of time-space opens,

you will shake hands and smile with the giant in the heavens.

The words are both music and the epic of the soul,

Telling you that the palaces of outer space are incomparably lofty,

as if they are as endless as the mountains of gold.

世界只是一个谎言

世界只是一个谎言

真理在世界的另一面

我们看不到时间之光

不知道一切只是流水之上的影子

另外的星球上有另外的自己

你不曾出生也不曾死去

当迷宫透明时空之门敞开

你将和那天上的巨人握手微笑

那词语是乐曲也是灵魂之史诗

告诉你天外的宫殿无比的巍峨

如黄金之山岳连绵而无际

2020.03.17

The Hymn of Sweet Soul

Drape the night over my shoulders like a cloak of the world,

call the birds of the stars from outer space and fly near my city garden.

Sing a song of the giants from huge city of platinum,

awoke the drowsy city of the world with a start.

Oh, the lightnings are in full bloom in the vault of heaven-

the hymns of sweet soul.

Your bones became transparent suddenly,

its light was flickering all over the body like the wings,

in a flash, the body became huge, higher than the large building down the street.

06.12.2020

那甜蜜灵魂的圣歌

把黑夜披在肩上如一件世界之斗篷

召唤天外的星辰之鸟飞临我的城市花园

唱一曲白金巨城的巨人之歌

惊醒这昏沉的人间之城

哦 闪电在天穹盛开 那甜蜜灵魂的圣歌

你的骨骼骤然透明 光芒如翅翼在周身闪烁

一刹那身体巨大 高过了街边的巨厦

2020.06.12


Bio: Yuan Hongri (born 1962) is a renowned Chinese mystic, poet, and philosopher. His work has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada, and Nigeria; his poems have appeared in Poet’s Espresso Review, Orbis, Tipton Poetry Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Pinyon Review, Taj Mahal Review, Madswirl, Shot Glass Journal, Amethyst Review, The Poetry Village, and other e-zines, anthologies, and journals. His best known works are Platinum City and Golden Giant. His works explore themes of prehistoric and future civilization.

Yuanbing Zhang (b. 1974), who is a Chinese poet and translator, works in a Middle School, Yanzhou District , Jining City, Shandong Province, China. He can be contacted through his email- 3112362909@qq.com.

Address:No.18 middle school Yanzhou District ,Jining City, Shandong Province, China  Yuan Hongri

Phone:+86 15263747339 Email:3112362909@qq.com

Middle aged Chinese man in a tan jacket and black pants and a scarf standing on a city sidewalk in front of some trees and a tall red sculpture
Poet Hongri Yuan
Translator Yuanbing Zhang

Ekphrastic Poetry from Patricia Doyne

VITRUVIAN   MAN

                        Spread-eagled in your bubble,

                        do you dream of your circle dissolving

                        in a dawn of plain, white paper?

                        Do you long to challenge geometry,

                        to dance with abandon,

                        your limbs scribbling new patterns?

                        Would you like to,  just once,

                        trade the golden mean

                        for a bruised pair of jeans,

                        a haircut,

                        and a girlfriend?

                        Or have those dotted lines across your torso

                        nailed you to perfect proportion for so long

                        that you would not risk a cubit 

                        to lever your circle out of its square

                        and begin to the slow roll out of bounds…?

                        Are you content to be

                        an  eternal outline of a man,

                        an outline devoid of muscle and blood,

                        passion and grief?

                        After all you are a celebrity:

                        a mathematical mannequin,

                        a model of the ideal,

                       human, but unreachable.

                        Do you envy us who live unraveled?

                        Is Leonardo your god?

                        Or your jailer?

© 8/2020  Patricia Doyne


THE GREAT WAVE OF KANEGAWA

                  A huge, blue wave rears up,

                  arches its back,

                  claws at the sky,

                  crests— and freezes!

                  Time stops in that last instant

                  before cataclysmic crash…

                  Framed by the great wave,

                  Mt. Fuji poses:

                  afar,  aloof,  eternal…

                  This snow-capped cone has seen

                  waves come and go,

                  oarsmen come and go,

                  samurai come and go,

                  emperors come and go…

                  In Hokusai’s time,

                  Japan’s shell was cracking open.

                  New ideas.  New neighbors.

                  Imports.  Exports.  Uncharted waters.

                  But even when promise lights up the horizon,

                  even when the odds are in your favor,

                  a sea of Prussian blue can sneak up…

                  Swell.   Rise.  Ambush the unwary.

                  Sink the best-laid plans.

                  Fuji watches with Olympian indifference.

                  Beneath the giant wave,

                  tiny men in a longboat row for their lives.

                  ants beneath a raised foot:

                  But the wave never crashes down.

                  Karma is stalled by pen and ink

                  on a woodblock print.

                  The oarsmen row forever

                  towards a safety forever out of reach.

                  This is the floating world:  ukiyo-e.

                     (Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849) was a Japanese artist,

                     ukiyo-e painter, and printmaker.  His woodblock print

                     ”The Great Wave of Kanegawa” is from his series

                     Thirty-Six Views of Mr. Fuji.)

© 3/2019  Patricia Doyne