Favorite movie: Donnie Darko
Favorite thing to buy: Art supplies
Favorite thing to eat: Soup
Favorite things to wear: Rings
Hi, my name is Rafa Ashraf and, like most people, I have a lot I like and don’t like. I like to make dumb DIY crafts that I hang around my room. My room is creatively chaotic (just a better way of saying super messy). I like to play video games, watch YouTube videos, watch TV shows and watch movies. Sometimes I can manage doing all four in one day. You could also say I’m a night owl. I like to stay up as long as possible since that is when I feel the most energetic and lively. For the things I don’t like, I’m kind of a cynical person so negativity comes easy to me. I don’t like when I’m tired and people push me to do things.
I find that representation matters more than anything. Growing up, I found nothing on mainstream media that told me that who I am, a first generation Muslim American, was good or even acceptable. And of course, as time went on things went to shit and I quickly realized that I would never be represented how I had always dreamed to be.
Almost immediately the whole class quieted down. This girl said that in the most light heartedly way possible, like it was no big deal and she was surrounded by her friends that looked exactly like her.
I was confused, and in all honesty, a little alarmed with myself when I was actually feeling for the obvious villain of the story. When I was on the train ride home thinking about my priorities, in terms of the difference between bad and good, I realized that I felt this way towards the villain because our protagonist felt this way.
I find it really funny how in the show the women had these big elaborate plans to find someone, marry them, and live happily ever after, only to have their plans ruined by those around them.
I know Monica wasn't born into a situation as complicated as mine will be in the future, but her father's and her own take on religion has made me hope for a better future. Maybe my S.O. and I could get by with just teaching our kids to be the best people they can be with the helpful aid of religion, rather than have religion be the driving force of who they become.
This show revolved around a very dysfunctional family. And when I say dysfunctional I don’t mean “a child with divorced parents attending two Christmases” dysfunction. I mean, mother and son in an intimate relationship dysfunction.
Once the show ended I was in shock. I had no idea what to do with myself. The fact that I had just walked into a room, experienced another world, and then was forced to leave and go about the rest of my day as if nothing happened - it felt unreal. I left that tiny little entrance way of the theater, I looked around Union Square, and I looked up at the Daryl Roth Theater and wondered “was that even real?”
When I heard of this show, I was excited nonetheless. Yeah sure I didn’t like learning about physics in a classroom but strictly learning vs. seeing/doing is a completely different experience. I wanted my sense of wonder to be revitalized. And it was.
I’m the type of person to see something out of the ordinary, health-wise, and go into a full-fledged panic attack. I worry all the time for myself and my parents. Especially my parents.
My mother and father have a whole list of things wrong with them and as they age the list just gets longer and longer.
There are moments where I fear their minds may be deteriorating like that main character of this play.
What does it mean to do the right thing?
Recently this question has been buzzing through my brain. Constantly eating at my thoughts. The words echo through my mind.
The scary thing about right and wrong is that you don’t know the difference until some time has passed and only then can you finally look back at the act and decipher what it is.