#sheikh imam

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وهبت عمري للأمل (wahabt omri lel amal, Sheikh Imam cover) by Maryam Saleh (with Imad Hashisho), live for Loustic Sessions in Beirut

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... since Gaza victims are at the receiving end of a racist war machine, every possible tool should be used to narrate their lives and tragic deaths.

Gaza Blues: Hymns of love, death and resistance (x)

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وهبت عمري للأمل ولا جاشي، وغمرت غيطي بالعرق ما عطاشي، ورعيت لمحبوبي هواه ما رعاشي. والليل عليّ طويل، وأنا العليل، موجود دوا بس الطبيب ما رضاشي.. والصبر فين..

الصبر فين يا سنين طوال وليالي، الصبر فين، عيني على الجمل الأصيل العالي، الصبر فين، لمّا ينخ بحمل من أحمالي..لكن في كل صباح بنسى الجراح، وأنقش بفاسي ع الغيطان موالي.

يا ليل يا عين، يا ليل يا عين يا أرض يا معزوقة، يا كاشفه من شوقك خطوط مشقوقة، لما حضنتك والبذور مرشوقه، غنيت وفي المغنى فرضي للسمرا أرضي، غنيت وفي المغنى فرضي للسمرا أرضي، هيَّ اللي باقيه ع الزمن معشوقه..

والعشق زين، العشق زين بس الهموم سبّاقة، والشوف حديد والشوف حديد بس الغيوم خنّاقة، العشق زين. والأنتظار للوعد نار حرّاقة، أمتى تطول العيدان دا من زمان، أمتى تطول العيدان دا من زمان، مشتاق أنا والحلوه مش مشتاقة.

والذل شين، الذل شين والأرض بكر عفية، الذل شين والارض بكر عفية، يوم الحصاد وعروسه متحنية، الذل شين والأرض بكر عفية، يوم الحصاد وعروسه متحنية... لو شفتها بالقمح متغطية، هفرش عبايتي وأقابل أم السنابل، هفرش عبايتي واقابل أم السنابل، وهضم أملي بعد شوق بعينيا وبالإيدين.

وبالإيدين المعروقين يامناجل، أطوي ظلامي بالصباح العاجل، وانزل بشومتي ع الغراب الحاجل، ويا يبقى شغل وغنا طول السنة، ياتبقى ثورة في البلاد ومراجل، والوعد دين. الوعد دين..

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Cheikh Imam and the past impermissibility of listening to Qur’an on radio. In west Africa, it wasn’t until Cheikh Niasse released a fatwa that it became halal.

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Sheikh Imam

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Sheikh Imam was born to a poor family in the Egyptianvillage of Abul Numrus in Giza. He lost his sight when he was a child. At the age of five he joined a recitation class, where he memorized theQur’an. He later moved to Cairo to study where he led a dervish life. In Cairo, Imam met Sheikh Darwish el-Hareery, a prominent musical figure at that time, who taught him the basics of music and muwashshah singing. He then worked with the Egyptian composer Zakariyya Ahmad. At that time, he expressed interest in Egyptian folk songs especially those by Sayed Darwish and Abdou el-Hamouly. He also performed at weddings and birthdays.

In 1962 he met the Egyptian poet Ahmed Fouad Negm. For many years, they formed a duo composing and singing political songs, mostly in favor of the poor oppressed classes and indicting the ruling classes. Though their songs were banned on Egyptian Radio and Television stations, they were popular among ordinary people in the 1960s and 1970s. Their revolutionary songs criticizing the government after the 1967 war led them to imprisonment and detention several times. In the mid 80s Imam performed several concerts in France, Britain, Lebanon, Tunisia, Libyaand Algeria. Later Imam and Negm broke up after several disagreements. Imam died at the age of 76 after a long illness.

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Two songs by Sheikh Imam of Cairo

NIXON BABA and EL-FOUL W'IL LAHMA "Nixon baba" -- Arabic text . نيكسون شرفت يا نيكسون بابا يابتاع الوو ترجت عملولك قيمة وسيما سلاطين الفول والزيت فرشولك أوسع سكة من راس التين على مكة وهناك تنفذ على عكا ويقولوا عليك حجيت "ؤاهو مولد ساير داير شيلاه يا صحاب الييت" جواسيسك يوم تشريفك عملولك دقة وزار تتقصع فيه العايق' والساكت والمنشار والشيخ شمهورش راكب ع الشعب وهات يامواكب وبواقي الزفة عناكب ساحبين من تحت الحيط " واهو مولد ساير داير شيلاه يا صحاب البيت" خد مني كلام يبقى لك ولو انك مش ح تعيش لاح اقول اهلا ولا سهلا ولاتيجي ولا ماتجيش بيقولوا اللحم المصري مطرح مابيسري بيهري وده من تأثيرالكشري والفول والسوسي ابو زيت " واهو مولد ساير داير شيلاه يا صحاب البيت "NIXON BABA" by Ahmad Fuad Negm, sung by Sheikh Imam [May 1974] [Translation] You arrived, Papa Nixon, the wideboy of Watergate, And they loaded you with many honours, those sultans of beans and oil, And they opened for you a wide road From Ras at-Tin [1] to Mecca, So that from there you could head off to Akko And so that people could say: "He has done the pilgrimage". It was a real travelling circus, Your blessing, family of the Prophet. The day of your arrival your agents had prepared for you A nice ceremony of exorcism, Which had all the whores fluttering about, And the pederasts and the hypocrites, And Sheikh Shamhouresh [2] in person Possessed the priestess; there were loads of processions Which were followed by a procession of spiders, All ranked in order of importance, Of course. The people who invited you told you "Come and eat some sweets and pastries", And since you are a bit naïve, You thought we were an easy prey. You were sinking,[3] they wanted to give you support, You undesirable partner. I spit in your face, In the guise of a blessing. Listen to this, and remember it, Even though you're not going to be around for long: I won't say either welcome, or not welcome, I won't tell you "Come" or "Go away", But they do say that Egyptian flesh is corrosive for whatever it touches, fed as it is on koshari,[4] Beans with oil and abu zeit. It was a real travelling circus, Your blessing, family of the Prophet. ----------------------------------------­------------------------------------ [1] Former royal palace in Alexandria, then residence of the President. [2] Reference to an exorcism ceremony. [3] Reference to the Watergate scandal. [4] Characteristic food of poorer people.