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Yes Theatre,
where every story begins with a child

We are Yes Theatre. We believe a child who hasonce stood on a stage will never fearstanding before the world. So we make atheatre that looks like its own people, and we sayyes to the story, and yes to every child who asks to be heard.

Our Events

The Little Stage:
an acting workshop for children

12/09/202610:00 AM - 12:30 PM
Yes TheatreChildren

From Text to Stage:
a playwriting workshop

19/09/20264:00 PM - 6:30 PM
The Yes StudioYoung people

Voices of Tomorrow:
an evening from children to children

26/09/20266:00 PM - 7:15 PM
Yes TheatreFamilies
A child singing on stage with a hand raised, under a shower of coloured confetti

Basmala was the youngest of four brothers and the only girl among them. They asked her for everything: the food, the tea, the shoes to be cleaned and if she was slow about it they swore at her, or hit her.

One day her brother Adli told her to fetch his shirt from the washing line, and while she was out in the yard she heard a whisper: “Basmala… I am the ladder. Climb me, and do not be afraid.” She climbed carefully, and at the top she found a purple aeroplane and passengers of strange shapes who were nonetheless kind. They sat her beside the captain and flew her between the planets, until they landed on a small purple world.

“This is the planet of No,” they told her. “Here we teach you the courage to say no to everything that troubles you. Your brothers have every right to ask but no right to ask for everything, and no right to swear at you or to hit you.”

Basmala came back stronger and surer of herself. When Adli shouted, “Iron my shirt,” she answered calmly: “No. Please speak to me with respect, and iron your own shirt I am busy with my homework.” Her brother was taken aback, and then he said: “You are right. I am sorry.” She smiled: “Because you apologised I will iron it this once. Next time, do it yourself.”

And from that day on, mutual respect was the ground everything between her and her brothers and everyone around her was built on.

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Every child who came through this door brought a story

What children and their families tell us after passing through Yes Theatre. Not numbers we put on show, but faces we know by name.

Gallery: faces that
have stood on the stage

Here we gather what we can keep of every season: pictures from the workshops, the performances and the wings, from the first awkward rehearsal to the last round of applause. They were taken by one of us standing beside the children, not at a distance behind a stranger's lens.

In every picture here is a child who said yes; yes to the story, and yes to their own voice rising for the first time in front of strangers. Look through them slowly you may find your own child among them, or find in them what you wish for them.

Questions parents ask