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- English
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Harlesden High Street
About This Book
Meet Karim, Rehaan and Ammi, three first and second generation Pakistani immigrants trying to make a living, a life and a home in the UK's cultural capital, London. Another day on Harlesden High Street and business is not going well. Karim needs to save for Ammi's operation and time is running out. Rehaan wants to marry Firoza but who will take a man with such pitiful prospects? Something has to change and it has to change soon, but what hope is there when all they can sell is toilet roll and jackfruit? Harlesden High Street is a feast for the senses, an explosive exploration of the meaning, value and significance of home.Thought-provoking, witty, carefully observed and beautifully written in verse, this is a play for everyone and anyone who has ever lived in London. Boasting one of the most diverse populations on the planet, London has an influx of thousands of immigrants every year. But what happens to this population when the country's social, financial and political climate is stretched?How are London's demographically diverse boroughs affected?What changes and sacrifices have to be made in order to survive?
Frequently asked questions
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KARIM: | Imagine a foundationless building |
A sunless sky | |
A waveless ocean | |
Not smaller, or weaker, or shallower, or lighter | |
A needless morning | |
A morning whichā¦ | |
Noā¦a needless morning | |
In this village | |
Lives the fort | |
The fort without a history, without tourists | |
Without ticketsā¦without | |
REHAAN: | Why, I mean why does one need poetryā¦over here |
Someday our shopā¦will close downā¦ (Interspersed with setting up of vegetable baskets.) ā¦ (To passersby.) thisā¦helloā¦helloā¦hereā¦beautifulā¦here. | |
Karimā¦Karimā¦where, where is theā¦that Gujarati. | |
KARIM: (From inside.) Heās gone to the temple Bhaijaanā¦ | |
REHAAN: | With the bananas? Heās gone with the bananas! |
KARIM: | He has paid for the bananas Bhaijaan. |
REHAAN: (To pedestrians.) Helloā¦hello beautifulā¦hereā¦beautiful | |
KARIM: | Beautiful parsley |
REHAAN: | Beautifulā¦here |
KARIM: | Beautiful bananas |
REHAAN: | Beautiful |
KARIM: | Beautiful jackfruit |
REHAAN: | Howā¦how can you mix up women and vegetables! |
KARIM: | 25 years Mian. I have had silver jubilees in vegetable stands. Anyone would become like this. |
REHAAN: | There were at least three girls, about to come inā¦but no |
KARIM: | I canāt stand itā¦when you call these girls beautiful |
REHAAN: | They are |
KARIM: | Theseā¦black girls in a white land. An eyesoreā¦ |
REHAAN: | You would never say thatā¦not in Karachi |
KARIM: | Whereās the white land in Karachi |
REHAAN: | White women in a black landā¦arenāt they eyesores |
KARIM: | ā¦whitesā¦they are prettyā¦no matter where. |
I sold scarves... |
Table of contents
- Cover
- Title Page
- Half-title Page
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Scene 1
- Scene 2
- Scene 3
- Scene 4
- Scene 5
- Scene 6
- Scene 7
- Scene 8
- Scene 9
- Scene 10
- Scene 11
- Scene 12