point, decide not to perform in a disco or nightclub anymore, and past a certain age not to ‘do’ bachelor parties, if you did so in the first place.. But at most hafla’s and festivals, we are dancing for an audience of women, who know that we all will grow old, eventually and we all would not want anyone telling us we had to stop.., right?! I personally always think about a specific dancer when I am staring in a mirror before a performance and go ‘mmm...?’. This dancer had already ‘past her teens’ for quite some time when I met her, some twenty years ago. Besides older, she was also rather heavy and therefore limited in her movements. But when she was standing there, on stage, with some kind and gentle lighting on her face and wearing her beautiful Galabeya, eyes almost shut in concentration, surrendering to the music, doing not much more than very small hip movements and elegant hand gestures.. And she was more beautiful than many younger dancers.. And if my grandma would still be alive, I would absolutely positively love it, if she still would be dancing! Wouldn’t you? I image my grandma -not that I am already that old, mind you, but for the sake of the argument- in her typical wide and formless grandma’s dress, with roses on it, curlers in her hair, soft slippers on her feet (oh, if she would still be alive, she would kill me right now... she was a very classy lady, a beauty queen even!), dancing around in her living room, towards the wooden conservatory and on to the balcony, overlooking her garden. Yes, maybe my outfits will be somewhat different, over time (but when?!), but I would certainly hope to still be dancing for a long, long time.. Kashka.
ISPAHAN Magazine, an Oriental Dance Glossy. Autumn issue.