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Four Arab men speak of the bombs nuisance...

As lights rise on the stage we see four old and judicious Arab men, Ahmad, (most praiseworthy), Anis, (love and friendship), As’ad, (happiness), and Almahdi, (guided to the right path), standing near a deli in downtown Baghdad, conversing …Periodically a distant explosion will cause them to hold their words or repeat them. The explosions do not alarm them; instead they are a part of their daily lives in Iraq; their routine. The men, numb to the bombs frequent occurrence, are only a quick and sorrowful nuisance.

ANIS: Answer me, As’ad. My brother of happiness whom I love;

(A bomb explodes from afar.)

ANIS: Must there be a kindness, a compassion, if you will, that permeates the human spirit?

AS'AD: No, Anis, my friend, of course, there mustn't. But there should. There should be if man wants to become the son of enlightenment.

(There is a long pause now as the men regard his answer. Another bomb explodes, nearer now, yet still from afa…