Two More Portraits (Ivanka & Zainuddin)

From his man cave in SOCAL Scottie had sent the mail with the attachment featuring Ivanka in a circle of global heavyweights mulling the great troubles that had gathered:

“Amazing video of Ivanka Trump trying to butt in to actual world leaders’ conversation

   Only May would look at the little bit__, not surprised. Did you know she converted to Judaism to marry Jared? A real thinker she is! Sickening to watch.”

https://twitter.com/AnandWrites/status/1145165584721731584

Amazing? Yeah, OK. I’ll buy that Scottie. Can’t demure. Opened it immed after brekkie, but luckily the aircon had been blowing a good half hour.

Incredible even. Beyond belief were it not that we are right slapbang there in our current moment.

Like the guy rapidly quipped in passing the other morning, — Life, or your stories?… 
Toothless and grinning it was hard to catch; chap had needed to be called back. (Yr a writer yr always fair game for every Joe and Mohammed around the place.)

Sheer fact she was there, butting in. And then the dress, the hair. Early-mid thirties is she?

Yeah, the conversion. Were cameras allowed into the synagogue for it? They’re s’pose be forbidden I think holy places, tabernacle. Bibby musta pulled some strings for his great friend giving away his daughter that he would date, grab by her p_ssy and f_ck if only he could know for certain she was not his own.

Really, you get the point on portrait level? Take a look at Don. Jared. Ivanka. Dressed up public facade when they’ve come down from the tower. Say no more; picture = 1,000 stories.

You thought Puttie wrestling bears & tigers barechested was difficult to GULP swallow? Remember the old dictators who would go on safari and then have pics of themselves with one foot up on the carcass? Celeb cult. with the election of the TV Pres. has spun it all in another direction far, far off the dial.

NB. The minute or two of the Twitter is worth a look merely to take the proper measure of affairs.

2.

At the Saturday breakfast table Ahmad first and then Eric, before Zainuddin arrived in a wonderful camel tunic blouse with frog buttons. Marvelous cut. From a distance the signature limping/swinging gait and schoolboy head-lolling that real Sufis retained in latter years. I’m OK of course, when the man had pulled up a pew. Not a shadow of doubt the truth spoken for those of us who knew the man. It would always, always be this way for Zainuddin, no matter all the usual worries, narrow personal and then of the world. 
         Snowy white goatee grown out in front, shaved above the lip, strands of the brows poking like needles. It had been a great shock given his marching orders from the Rehab. Where in the heck would they ever find someone to replace Zainuddin? Not unlikely all the boys — a couple his senior and numbering over sixty altogether at last count — would all instantly flee the facility the same day never to return.

         A short sit in the morning. Wife Zaiton, Olive (who bought the shirt) needed to be “fetched” for a visit to Zainuddin’s ninety-seven year old mother, currently staying with a younger brother at Tampines. Later early eve we were to go off together to visit Mu’s daughter for condolences. At the daughter’s there would be a cousin in attendance, as required for a lone woman receiving unrelated male visitors. Surprisingly, Zainuddin had indicated he could not visit if the daughter had been unaccompanied. You would have expected that from a Wahhabi like Ahmad.

NB. A photograph taken a couple of months ago at Wadi while, as it happened, Zainuddin had been in conversation with Mu. (Much more fetching with the upper lip clean.)