When I viewed this exceptional painting by M.F.Hussein at the Abu Dhabi Art Fair last year, I immediately fell in love with it. Hussein, a famed Indian artist, is one of my favorite masters. I consider him to be a genius at the same level as Michael Angelo and Picasso.
On this large bluish green canvas, with a contrast of khaki beige to represent the European hunter, a clashing brilliant orange red tiger, and an intentionally "unfinished " white space for the turbaned servant who carries a tray of tea, Hussein reveals two centuries of colonial history. The large nude figure with a hat that slides behind the elephant is left open to interpretation.
My immediate thoughts went to the South Asia classes I took with Sugata Bose. But in post colonial Middle East, the local elite also began to have access to hunting paraphenalia, previously only carried by the colonialist ruling class. My favorite aunt's husband, Amou Salim, who happens to also be my father's cousin, was an extraordinary hunter. From his travels to Africa, he returned with impressive black and white photos of him, rifle in hand, standing upon a feline or even a rhinoceros.
After one such hunting expedition, he returned with an antelope or oryx head, as a gift for his beloved mother in law. It presided in my grand mother's living room, over the fireplace. She had added a personal touch to the gift: a necklace of blue stones. It gave her house outside of Beirut a Ralph Lauren cabin feel.
Today, years after our dear Amou Salim passe away, my aunt Maha's house remains an attraction. There is a hunting room, in which you can discover more animal heads than at the average museum of natural history. In the days before animals instinction had entered our collective consciousness, a tiger or zebra skin, or elephant ivory tusks were commendable trophies. His collection included rhinoceros heads, giraffes, and lions with large manes. His rifle collection hangs behind glass cabinets, an impressive sight for my eldest son. He was never fortunate to have met Amo Salim but he loves my aunt Maha.
Just this year, she took him to play golf at the Golf Club, another legacy of Amo Salim. When we say golf is in our blood, we are essentially referring to this great golf player who imported the sport to Beyrouth many years ago. Today, along with the AUB campus and the tiny Sanayeh park, the Golf Club is the only green patch in the city. Amou Salim's vision enabled my other uncles and aunts to take on the game. I was very proud to hear that my son impressed Mrs Salim Salaam with his swing and inherited passion.
The third and most important legacy left behind by Amou Salim was the development of the Middle East Airlines (MEA). He managed the airline and the airport during the strenuous years of the Lebanese Civil War, maintaining afloat the entire infrastructure. May we all learn from this managerial feat. He has given us a very good example of entrepreneurship and business acumen.
Today, on Eid Al Fitr, my thoughts go to my Amou Salim, who I remember with tremendous pride. I also would like to wish my entire family and friends a Eid Mubarak!
Such kind words!!! Imm Ali loved your blog, especially the part about her being your favorite aunt!
He was the first of the third generation,and definitely left a great mark after his early demise.He was as Lebanese Beiruti at heart,as he was the polished dashing westerner.ReplyDelete
In a big family you get a big gap amongst the various age groups of cousins.He carried the name of the founder of the family,and successfully deserved it in his private as well as his professional life.So as a younger cousin,I used to dream about the great cities he frequented,and the hunting trips he made,coming back with interesting stories and trophies.
I remember his green MG two seate,his sharp-shooting range in the Ghadir gardens where he would practice for his Olympic hand gun tournaments.He was an avid golfer(founded the one and only club in the 50's),a great hunter(with trophies all over his home),a sessna pilot(founded the only aeroclub in the city).
He headed the Harvard Middle East Assoc.),and paved the way for his daughter,the blogger and two other cousins to attend the IV-league University.
Salim will be always missed,but those who are always on your mind never leave you...
Ammo Salim is one of those personalities that make you proud of of being a Salaam. Just like the Kennedys in the US, the Salaam family in its heydays had such an aura about them. And Ammo Salim was one of those personalities. He was a great white hunter, a dashing pilot, a sharp shooter, and a champion golfer all wrapped in one. His good looks, keen sense of style, and sense of adventure made him a real Reth Butler!ReplyDelete
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