2023-10-15 23:11:28
With the passing of one of the great creators who made our lives, I ask: Were we able to document their lives, before they reached the last stop on the train of life?
The truth often shocks me. We did not pay attention. We do not wake up, as usual, until it is too late. Everyone who has dealt with “the media” realizes that the hot, tumultuous moment of events often takes all our energy, and we rarely find enough time to turn the pages of our lives, before they are folded. Forgetting. We often talk about the past with pride and pride, and we believe that it is only a source of beauty and honesty. Then you discover that dozens of programs that are circulated about the past on YouTube contain dozens of fabricated stories.
A few weeks ago, the great singer Najah Sallam left us. We all headed to the archives. We found only fragments, some of which may contain more questions than answers. Did we, for example, say to her in her final years, as we were following her gradual withdrawal from artistic life: “Thank you.” Najah kept singing. Even after she wore the hijab, she repeated part of her charming repertoire, which overflows with joy and happiness.
Najah was keen to soar as an Arab with two wings: the Lebanese tone and dialect, parallel to the Egyptian tone and dialect, combining them and people believing her, as she sang in Egypt for the genius composer, whose music overflows with the magic of the Cedars Country, Philemon Wahba, or as she sang in Lebanon with the sobriety, oriental, and Egyptianness of Riad Al-Sunbati.
Many said that she engraved the vein of her love in the hearts of Egyptians after she sang, 70 years ago, “O the most precious name in existence, O Egypt,” which was sung years ago by Emirati singer Hussein Al Jasmi. The truth is that Najah Salam resided in the hearts of Egyptians before that, with her sincerity when she sang in the Lebanese dialect. “Barhoum, talk to me.”
The artist is not required to master Arabic dialects, only sincere feeling, and then no one will talk about the passport.
In the sixties, the Syrian singer Fahd Ballan achieved overwhelming success in Egypt and the Arab world, singing in the Syrian dialect and tone. This was repeated with Kazem Al-Saher, who sang in the Iraqi dialect.
I think it makes no difference to you, for example, to know that Farid Al-Atrash held four Arab nationalities: Syria, the country of his birth, Lebanon, Egypt, and Sudan. He did not need an official document to carry in his hand to be allowed to enter?
Were we able to document the lives of all these people? From time to time, I flip through old pages, and discover that even what some adults said and recorded in their presence and without “montage” is not exactly the truth. Sometimes you find a public figure, like any human being, forced to delete information or change a document, which will reveal that the date of birth is more Answers that are manipulated.
For example, because Abdel Halim Hafez was always mocking Farid Al-Atrash, and described him in more than one meeting as being the same age as his father. Farid was keen in all his conversations to deny this information, in short, seven years of his age. He was officially born in 1910, but he confirms that he was born in 1917. That is, he is only about 12 years older than Abdel Halim, and thus he cannot consider him a satirist in the position of a father, just as Abdel Halim Hafez used to mention in all his conversations the years he spent in an orphanage, and Umm Kulthum never allowed anyone to ask her about her feelings as a woman. Her answer was: “After I die, write, but my private feelings are not for media circulation.”
These adults have documented part of their lives, while in this era, creative people are leaving us one by one, and many of the details of their lives are lost in the crowd of slander and fabricated stories, which have unfortunately become the headline.
Dozens of programs feed on lies, and the “media” is filled with them, and due to excessive insistence, they become as if they were the truth. Do we wake up and document their history, before they successively leave the train of life?
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