and from the inside in

Now he notices the girl and they meet in the
center of the stage. Tenderly, he touches the
girl’s hair.
NIDAL
...hair like yours...
GIRL
...like how..?
NIDAL
like this, soft and clean from a place that has water,
a place where you just ask for it and....
He takes a step back and a stream of water falls
on him, drenching him. Like a waterfall, it falls
as he stands there, arms akimbo and then he cups
the water in his hand. The girl reaches forward
and puts her hand in the falling water, cups the
water in her hands as well. The waterfall stops.
In unison, they drink from their hands. The Girl
looks up at Nidal.
GIRL
In the desert where I used to live, where I used to
love, the land is flat and the sky is so big you can
see for days ahead. You can see the weather forming.
You can see a storm coming. You can say (she points
into the audience) it is raining there, just in that
spot, and not there, in that other spot - like that.
Nidal shakes the water off him. He unloosens his
scarf, squeezes the water from it, and then sits
down slowly on his haunches, as if looking at a
horizon only he can see.
NIDAL
Here, we watch the bombs falling. You can see (he
points into the audience ) there is someone dying, and
there is someone not dying, not yet. You can see this
bombed from clear across the ocean. You can see the
planes. You can see the righteousness with which the
bombs fall so we die righteous deaths (Laughs). Can’t
you see us all dying so that the rockets hidden under
us may live?
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