Auteur: pixabay.com

Enrico Macias song « J’ai quitté mon pays » then and now

Lire la version français de l’article ici

Music is a universal language that crosses all borders; a tool for arousing emotions and feelings, as well as for bringing hope and healing. It is said that the Arab philosopher and musician Al-Farabi, (872–950), was able to make people laugh and then make them cry by his wonderful performance on the Oud.

I was born and grown up in the rural north east of Syria, a neglected, impoverished region, considered as the center of numerous ethnic groups. Tough, resilient people, mostly descendants of refugees fled from atrocities in Turkey. Strongly attached to their ethnic music and culture; perhaps because of the relief it brought to them from long years of deprivation and traumatism.
As an adolescent, my mind was receptive to this rich, multi-ethnic music. At those days, the mid-seventies, we didn’t have a TV set. My parents had an old cassette-recorder, where I used to spend long hours listening to the charming songs of the diva of Arab music, Oum Kalthoum, and the adored youth singer Abdoul Halim Hafez, as well as to Adis (1), M.Shekho (2) and many others.

Tom Jones, Charles Aznavour, Julio Iglesias, Enrico Macias…!

However, those years brought us also western music and songs recorded on audio cassettes, mostly from Beirut-Lebanon, the cultural hub of the Arab world at that time. Like many of my peers, I was fascinated by Tom Jones, Aznavour, Julio Iglesias, Enrico Macias…!

I had a guitar those days, and was trying to learn to play simple tunes. So naturally, I developed a liking for Enrico, particularly his song « J’ai quitté mon pays ».

J’ai quitté mon pays
J’ai quitté ma maison
Ma vie, ma triste vie
Se traîne sans raison

I loved this song! I don’t know why! Certainly, not because of its nostalgic lyrics, or the moving historical background: Enrico Mascias left his native country Algeria and went into exile in 1961. My knowledge of French was very little then. But probably, because of its melancholic oriental melody and the heartfelt performance on the guitar! It was tender and relaxing, evoking mixed emotions of joy and sorrow! In fact, my interpretation of the song was purely romantic and emotional!

The magic city of Aleppo!

At those carefree days, during my college years in Aleppo, Syria, my mind was full of rosy things and wild expectations. Part of it was connected to my fascination with this magical city, where history and modernity combine. Where the Citadel of Aleppo , the Great Mosque the madrasas and the aroma of spices in the old souks and Khans of the old city, carry you away with caravans that used to cross the city from China, Bukhara and Isfahan to the West, during the Golden Age of the Silk Roads from 12th to the early 15th centuries…

It was time of optimism and dreams! How could I have imagined what destiny had in store for Syria!

Then, years rolled by… And one day, all of a sudden, the sky fell on our heads and turned our world upside down! The country was ripped apart and the civil war ruined all aspects of life, including the magic city of Aleppo!

Diaspora

At this point came the moment of revelation with all its poignancy and intensity! Uprooted from homeland, we have become a diaspora! A displaced people, thrown to strange shores and under makeshift camps! Our warm houses, our childhood playgrounds, our blue sea, everything… were all stolen from us!

Having been transferred to a completely different reality, I have come to fully understand what Enrico went through some sixty years ago, when he was forced to sing farewell to his beloved city of Constantine, Algeria!

J’ai quitté mon soleil
J’ai quitté ma mer bleue
Leurs souvenirs se réveillent
Bien après mon adieu

The lovely melody of « J’ai quitté mon pays », which once used to cheer me up and arouse feelings of joy and love, now evokes multiple memories and images, extremely poignant! Extremely nostalgic!

H. DONO

Contributeur externe de Voix d’Exils

1. A popular Armenian singer
2. A popular Kurdish singer

Auteur: Engin Ayurt. Pixabay License.

When isolation is a blessing!

Living in solitude and isolation has often brought me a sense of peace and equilibrium. It has enabled me to unite with my most intimate thoughts and to contemplate life and universe. Since I was in my country of origin – Syria – solitude has been my loyal companion. But here, in Switzerland, and with the increasing sense of alienation, our relationship has grown even stronger!

With the outbreak of the new Covid-19 pandemic in Mars this year and the country’s going on lockdown, I have been transferred to a new dimension of isolation that is a mandatory one! A friend of mine has jokingly described it by saying “moving from a big prison into a solitary confinement!”

As a matter of fact, it isn’t the confinement, with all its ensuing restrictions and protective instructions that trouble me. On the contrary, I am always trying to abide by these preventive measures as much as I can, and I do sincerely believe that, in the middle of this collective hysteria, they are the only available shields in my possession toprotect myself and others from getting infected or sick.

I have lost count of the number of times I wash my hands every day! I try to avoid touching my face and to keep the social distancing when outside doing shopping or having a walk. Briefly speaking, I try to follow as much as I can Covid-19 alerts and instructions that have actually become an important part of our new daily routine.

Nonetheless, what scares me most are the shocking and gruesome images and reports regularly diffused by the mass-media and social networks, of the apocalyptic scenarios awaiting mankind in the aftermath of this catastrophe! The daily updates showing the spread of the pandemic: the global confirmed cases, the death-toll and the total recovered cases, are alarming! And still worst, the absence of global solidarity and cooperation, coupled with the attempts of politicizing the crisis, are all grave factors that “are helping to fuel the pandemic”, as WHO Director-General warns.

Are we entering a new era of our history?

Four months after the emergence of the virus, the world is still in shock and great confusion, not knowing how to contain it, nor how does it behave! Every day, we hear statements issued by respectable institutions that look ambiguous and uncertain! Not to mention, speeches made by some world leaders that sounds confusing and contradictory!

How long will it take before life turns to normal? How the Covid-19 pandemic will change the way we live? I do not know! But, what do I know for sure, is that there are people who are out there, fighting relentlessly day and night this invisible and insidious enemy, at the expense of their lives: the healthcare community, the volunteers, the army…

To all these brave unknown soldiers, I bow in respect!

H. Dono

Member of the Vaud editorial staff of Voix d’Exils

La version française de cet article est parue le 29.04 2020 avec pour titre original: Réflexion sur le COVID-19

Street art – graffiti sur un mur d’un masque chirurgical pendant la pandémie actuelle de coronavirus (COVID-19) à Varsovie, Pologne. Auteur: Adam Nieścioruk.

Entrons-nous dans une nouvelle ère de notre histoire ?

Être dans l’isolement et la solitude m’a souvent apporté un sentiment de paix et d’équilibre. Cela m’a permis de m’unir à mes pensées les plus intimes et de contempler la vie et l’univers! Dans mon pays d’origine, la Syrie, la solitude a été mon fidèle compagnon. Mais ici, en Suisse, et avec un sentiment d’aliénation croissant, notre relation s’est encore renforcée!

Avec le déclenchement de la pandémie de Covid-19 en mars de cette année et la fermeture du pays, j’ai été transféré de l’isolement volontaire à l’isolement obligatoire! Un de mes amis a décrit son nouveau statut de confiné en plaisantant : « je passe d’une grande prison à l’isolement cellulaire! »

En fait, ce n’est pas le confinement, avec toutes ses restrictions et ses instructions de protection qui me dérange. Au contraire, j’essaie de respecter autant que possible les mesures préventives et je crois sincèrement qu’au milieu de cette hystérie collective, ce sont les seuls boucliers disponibles en ma possession pour me protéger et protéger les autres contre l’infection ou la maladie.

J’ai perdu le décompte du nombre de fois que je me lave les mains tous les jours! J’essaie d’éviter de toucher mon visage, de veiller à la distanciation sociale lorsque je fais mes courses ou lorsque je me promène… Bref, j’essaie de suivre les alertes et les instructions sur la pandémie de Covid-19 qui font désormais partie de notre nouvelle routine quotidienne.

Cependant, ce qui m’effraie le plus, ce sont les images et les rapports choquants et macabres diffusés régulièrement par les médias de masse et les réseaux sociaux, des scénarios apocalyptiques qui attendent l’humanité au lendemain de cette catastrophe! Les mises à jour quotidiennes montrant la propagation de la pandémie: les cas confirmés dans le monde, le nombre de morts et le nombre total de guérisons sont alarmants! Et pire encore, l’absence de solidarité et de coopération à l’échelle mondiale ajouté aux diverses tentatives de politiser la crise, sont d’autres facteurs aggravants qui « contribuent à alimenter la pandémie », a déclaré le Directeur général de l’Organisation mondiale de la santé (l’OMS).

Quatre mois après l’émergence du virus, le monde est toujours en état de choc et de grande confusion, car on ne sait ni comment le contenir, ni comment il se comporte! Chaque jour, nous entendons des déclarations émises par des institutions respectables qui semblent ambigües et incertaines! Sans parler des discours prononcés par certains dirigeants mondiaux qui semblent déroutants et contradictoires!

Combien de temps cela prendra-t-il avant que la vie ne redevienne normale? Comment la pandémie de Covid-19 va-t-elle changer notre façon de vivre? Je n’en sais rien! Mais une chose dont je suis sûre, c’est qu’il y a des gens là-bas, à quelques pas de chez moi, qui combattent jour et nuit sans relâche cet ennemi invisible et insidieux au péril de leur vie! La communauté de la santé, les volontaires, l’armée …

A tous ces braves soldats inconnus, je leur tire mon chapeau.

Dono

Membre de la rédaction vaudoise de Voix d’Exils

23/04/2020

Source: facebook.com

قصة نشوء وسقوط مدينة