publish time

31/03/2018

publish time

31/03/2018

There is an Iranian song with a beautiful melody. The composer of the song talks about his longing for his old city, Tehran, which no longer has the same beautiful features it once did. To admire the melody, I asked a friend to translate it into Arabic and it reads like this:O God, O Generous, look at my present … Every place has been darkened, Please let light shine in the placeI want to be a child playing in the lanes in my school uniformI still remember the golden slumber, and the laughter ringing through the air on the seashoreThe world is overcrowded with buildings ... Yet still I remember the city of LawandI want back my city of Tehran ... I want to see the smile on my faceI want to smell the flavor of bread ... I want to hear the bell at the wrestling arenaI want my city Tehran ... I want my crazy heartAnd from the rabid dogs ... I want to take my bonesO God, O Generous, look at the present ... Our hearts have been torn apart, cure my painSomeone stole the trees in Tehran ... Do something and ask the militaryTell me what happened to the theater shows ... Tell me what happened to the loyal friendsTell me about kite flying ... I do not want (to see) the sky of my city pollutedI want the city of Tehran    I want the platanus treeI want the key to my house ... I want the Big Shemiran areaI want my city of TehranI want Shah Abdol Azim Bath... water and seedsI was inspired by this song and wrote the following verses about my country Kuwait:O Massoud Arraf, the craftsman, please ... I want our old KuwaitI want to go back to the streets of Al-Mirqab which have disappearedAnd the alleys of Al-Sharq that have been destroyedAnd courtyards of Jibla that have been removedI want Massoud to hear my words to catch those who stole my dreamsTo return to me the old wall of Kuwait, which one day was a security fence and reassured meI want Massoud to reduce our houses of worship and to increase faith in our heartsI want the false manifestations between us disappear and former unity and intimacy return to usI want Abdullah Al-Ahmad to recover what was stolen from our moneyAnd to imprison the market thieves who stole our dreamsI want to go back to drink the underground water, and eat with the Al-Azmi and Al-Mutair peopleI want to grill the small shark on the seashore, and I eat the Aqili cake with the friendsAh, how much I miss the days of my time, and sleep on the roofs wearing AzarAh how much I long for the ‘machbous’ of my mother, the ‘ma’abouj’ of my aunt and the pickles of my neighbors.I want to go back to our old days, to our evenings and our lovingWe want Marzouq Saeed and our plays, Abdullah Fadala and our songsWe want our bread made by our baker, the dust of our roads, the past names of our streets, and the smell of the plaster of our houses.We want our former Kuwait, before everything in us and between us is destroyed.email: [email protected]By Ahmad Al-Sarraf