الخميس، 15 مايو، 2014

من فيردي لفرقة المندسين: تطور السلام الملكي المصري الى نشيد "حماة الديار"

قد يلاحظ البعض بوجود تشابهات عدة بين النشيد المصري القديم و نشيد حماة الديار (النشيد الوطني الحالي في سوريا). و لكن بعد القليل من البحث - و قد اكون مخطأ - اتضح لي ان نشيد حماة الديار اتى كنسخة معدلة للمقطوعة الاصلية، مما يثير الدهشة لفكرة انه تم اللجوء لتعديل اللحن بدلا من القيام بعمل ابداعي جديد.

طبقا لموقع مخصص لتاريخ الملك فاروق الاول (ملك مصر السابق)، فإن نشيد الملكي المصري كان من تأليف الموسيقار و المؤلف الإيطالي فيردي، و هو ايضا من قام بعمل "اوبرا عايدة".
  • كان السلام الوطنى المصرى يسمى بالسلام الملكى من تلحين الفنان الإيطالى فيردى وبالتحديد مارش الانتصار فى أوبرا عايدة وظل مستخدما كسلاما ملكيا لمصر من عام 1876 حتى عام 1958 ( تاريخ الوحدة المصرية السورية ) .
 المصدر: العلم الملكى المصرى ومراحل تطوره - موقع الملك فاروق الاول (تاريخ الوصول: 15-5-2015)
http://www.faroukmisr.net/egypt_royal_anthem.htm

و نلاحظ في هذا المقطع كيف كان السلام الملكي الاصلي قبل التعديلات التي ادخلت عليه في مراحل زمنية لاحقة




و يتضح جليا مدى فاخمة اللحن و التي تشبه الى حد ما المقاطع الاوبرالية  في ذلك الوقت- "مارش الانتصار - اوبرا عايدة" بالتحديد.

تم وقف العمل بهذا النشيد مؤقتا في مصر سنة 1952، و تم استبدالها ب"والله زمان يا سلاحي"، حتى قيام الولايات العربية المتحدة (الوحدة بين مصر و سوريا سنة 1958).




بعد انتهاء الوحدة بين مصر و سوريا، استمر العمل بسلام الجمهورية المتحدة في سوريا مع بعض التعديلات في الالحان و الكلمات، ليصبح مختلفا بعض شيء عن المقطوعة الاصلاية ليتحول الى نشيد "حماة الديار":


 

و مع الوقت و "ضرورات" الحداثة، قامت الجهورية العربية السورية باعادة توزيع و تسجيل النشيد و قامت بعمل فيديو مرافق كما هو مبين في الرابط ادناه:



و اخيرا و ليس آخرًا، مع اندلاع الثورة السورية، قامت احدى المجموعات تسمى "فرقة المندسين السوريين" بعمل نشيد موازي بكلامات مختلفة، تحمل في طياتها معاناة السوريين من الاحداث الجارية  - التي مازلت موجودة حتى كتابة هذه السطور في سوريا:




الملفت للنظر هو كيفية تحول مقطوعة موسيقية لمؤلف إيطالي من كونها السلام الوطني للمملكة المصرية السابقة الى نشيد حماة الديار بنسخها الموازية.

وهنا يحضرني الفيديو الذي لفت انتباهي للتسابه بين السلام المصري القديم و نشيد حماة الديار،
فبعيدا عن مبادئ القومية و الوطنية يلخص الفيديو ما آل اليه "حماة الديار" او - السلام الملكي القديم - بعد عقود عديدة في خدمة الدول و الحكومات المتعاقبة .



- كافة الحقوق الخاصة للفيديوهات تعود لاصحابها الاصلاين.

الأحد، 3 نوفمبر، 2013

جوازٌ للسفر...



لماذا لا استطيع ان احمل حقيبتي و اسافر هكذا ببساطة؟

لماذا لا استطيع ان اسافر بلا خطط دقيقة و مفصلة بالدقيقة و بالساعة و لماذا علي ان اثبت ثرواتي و اظهر حساباتي و عملي و كل شيء عني!


لماذا يضيق البشر على بعضهم البعض، و يمارسون شتى انواع الذُل و الهوان في سبيل قطعة ورقية تلزق على جواز السفر قد لا تساوي في الحقيقة بضع جنيهات؟


لماذا علي ان ادون تاريخ حياتي على طلبات الفيزا و لماذا علي ان اجاوب على كل تلك الاسئلة التي لا معنى لها اساسا؟


لماذا اضطر لسؤال من احبهم ان يرسلوا لي "الدعوات" و لماذا عليهم ان يكتبوا بيناتهم و تاريخ حياتهم ايضا و ان ادخلهم معي في هذه الدوامة الا نهائية من الإجرائات الحكومية، من اجل ان يطلع عليها المسؤولين و غير المسؤولين و تحفظ في ارشيفات الاجهزة المختلفة.


لماذا علي ان اكشف عن كل هذه تفاصيل، و ان اقف اماهم كالعاري انتظر إكراميتهم و اشحذ رحمتهم ليسمحوا لي – انا المواطن الذليل القادم من "الدول النامية" – للسفر إلى بلادهم الكريمة؟!


ماذا فعلت لكل تلك الدول الغربية و الشرقية حتى احرم من الترحال في ارض الله مثل باقي البشر.. بين البلاد الجديدة و البعيدة دون قيود و لا ذل و لا طوابير امام موظفين مملين؟


ان الآوان لان اشطب هويتي و امزق جواز سفري، و اغرق احلامي و آمالي في الكؤوس النسيان و أنتظر يوما تتحرر فيه روحي من قيود الجسد و البشر.


وقتها سأسافر بعيدا الى مكان لا نحتاج فيه إلى جوازات سفر و لا تأشيرات دخول، حيث لا توجد مطارات و لا حدود،..  فقط الحرية.. الحرية المطلقة و لا شيء اخر.

السبت، 12 أكتوبر، 2013

Prayers by the sea


Oh Sea, 
You vast body of warmth and coldness..
Of joy and sorrow,
Of love and sadness..

Be gentle on my love and me,
Let your turquoise, blue waves slide gently on our chests 
As we swim by our side..

Keep our hearts attached and kindled with tenderness
As you carry our feelings across your opposite coasts.

And when its time for us to be together,
May your skies be clear for us to fly
Across your vast wide waters,
Letting us meet along your shore..

Oh Sea, 
You vast body of warmth and coldness..
Of joy and sorrow,
Of love and sadness..
Be gentle on my love and me..

الثلاثاء، 24 سبتمبر، 2013

Rasheed22: Call for space utilization by potential co-workers and help.


Rasheed22: Call for space utilization by potential co-workers and help.

“Now I understand you want a room… however we are a co-working space and we can provide you the space you need! ”


One of the many myths that people, especially 3antbanours (AKA Entrepreneurs) fall in, is that they want their very own “exclusive” space to work from; even if it means renting a whole apartment, or office when they really don’t need it. 


In fact, if you ever worked in a big corporation or Multi-National Corporation (like the writer of this article), you will probably end up working in a big space with many desks (and you’d be lucky if there are separators between the stations!). 


So what’s the deal with having your own room or “office”? 


There are a lot of reasons why people want to have an office for themselves: Privacy, have the space to focus, stability and peace of mind. Right? 


Well, renting out your own office space (or room) will definitely give you the privacy that you need. Yet, let’s face it, do you really need such abundant space when in fact you can share space with respectful others and contribute to the community. Especially if the place has a code of conduct that preserves people’s privacy and a “no-noise”, clean desk policies?


Let’s get back to big corporations: Why most MNCs have an office plan of big open spaces, with separated stations? 


The first reason is that it’s cost effective (Shared lighting, network/electric wiring, air-conditioning system etc) but really it’s more about the people. When all the employees of a specific department - with similar tasks and scope - share one space, there’s a feeling of belonging, affinity and visibility (you can literally see members of top managers working around you, if not on the station beside you!).


People be-friend each other, work together and at some point support each other when in need. 



Rasheed22, provides exactly that: “.. a space to meeting, working, learning, innovating and connecting; containing all the facilities needed to cultivate an idea, launch a project, host a meeting and run a business..” 
 (Source URL as on 24-9-2013: https://www.facebook.com/Rasheed22/info)


So if you’re here to either:

-          Start a new business (startup or a new idea)

-          Need a space to work/ write your research, thesis or study

-          Make use of the space to hold meetings/film screenings and community events

Then Rasheed22 is the place!


“Ok… so do you have an office attendant/are you fully serviced venue?”



Well, we’re not fully serviced and we do not have an office attendant at the moment. The reason why we don’t, is due to Rasheed22’s main concept of space use: “We are what we make of the space”.

In other words, co-workers participate in forming and developing the space; help in maintaining it and keep it a sustainable work environment. We do have a cleaning assistant that passes by every couple of weeks or based on the co-workers request. However we all share in making that happen, presenting a cost contribution in making Rasheed22 become a better space.


“Why is this a call for help if you’re looking for other co-workers to join the space?”


As mentioned above, Rasheed22 is made of up of it’s co-workers contribution.  This goes beyond paying the cost-contribution/rent or brining coffee supplies to the place: The co-workers contribute in setting up the space, making new co-workers feel comfortable working from Rasheed22 and help in it’s development.
 

“The current challenge…”


Rasheed22, just like the rest of Egypt is going through an immense challenge, that we hope you (and other potential co-workers out there..) to help us find solutions to.


We need to enhance the current space in order to be more efficient and host, comfortably and conveniently, more co-workers in both #2 and #16 apartments. Also we need someone with an internal decoration/artistic abilities in order to make Rasheed22 an attractive and even more vibrant co-working space.

At some point, we also need financial contributions (possibly materials too) to develop the current co-working rooms to become more comfortable and convenient for our co-workers.

Rasheed22, was one of the very few co-working spaces in Egypt when it launched back in 2007. Currently, there are many co-working spaces all around Egypt that tend to all segments of the community. 


It all started with a simple, non-commercial and community based idea in building number 22, Rasheed st Heliopolis, Cairo. Now, Rasheed22 needs our help to flourish and keep it’s door open for business and co-working. 


I believe in the community’s power to overcome even the most difficult challenges. I certainly believe that all of us can help save Rasheed22 and help it reach it best potential.





For online contributions, please visit:

http://www.betterplace.org/en/projects/7152-the-cairo-beautiful-spaces-liberation-movement

السبت، 27 أبريل، 2013

رام الله - عمان - رام الله

نشرات الاخبار و صور الحدود المغلقة في وجه اهل فلسطين و الكلام عن الأرض البعيدة المنال، تعطي الانطباع ان هناك مسافة كبيرة بين الدول العربية المجاورة و فلسطين.

منذ قليل وجدت صورة على الفيسبوك تشرح كيفية الإنتقال من رام الله في فلسطين الى وسط عمان، في الأردن.

تكلفة السفر من رام الله إلى عمان و العودة تساوي تقريبا 90 دينار اردني...


source: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=518633331507746&set=a.393016147402799.78305.377620965608984&type=1&ref=nf

 
90  دينار اردني يعني 880 جنيه مصري تقريبا (الدينار يساوي 9.72 جنيه مصري). 

طبعا انت ممكن تفتكر ان التكاليف دي معقولة..

و لكن الحقيقة امّر من كدة..

مسافة الطريق من رام الله إلى اريحا، عبر الجسر و إلى عمان كله على بعض  101 كم تقريبا.





اي موظف/ة ساكن/ة في التجمع الخامس (القاهرة الجديدة) مثلا و بيشتغل/تشتغل في 6 اكتوبر بيقطع/تقطع  على الاقل مسافة 75 كم تقريبا في اتجاه واحد فقط.
 
اي تاكسي قاهري بعداد حياخذ 93 جم لو العداد مزبوط قوي و في الزحمة 110 جنيه مصري. يعني 11 دينار اردني. 



يعني لو تاكسي قاهري طلع من عمان لرام الله مش حياخذ اكثر من 127 جنيه في المشوار ده.. ( من 13 - 14 دينار اردني).

 ده غير المعاناة في "إستراحة اريحا" و الحدود و الفيزا و التأشيرات..

http://www.causes.com/causes/348012-

و ده جزء بسيط من معاناة المواطن/ة الفلسطيني/ة اليومية...

الثلاثاء، 23 أبريل، 2013

"A night of horror".. Eye witness account of the 25th Jan 2013 Sexual assault Mobs


Previously posted on facebook.
https://www.facebook.com/notes/mohamed-el-khateeb/a-night-of-horror-eye-witness-account-of-the-25th-jan-2013-sexual-assault-mobs/10151215946681333

On the Night of January 25th, 2013, I was volunteering for Operations Anti Sexual Harassment group (OpAntiSH) in an attempt to protect female protesters from sexual assaults and mobs.

Our group was originally planned to be stationed on top of the Talaat Harb st Metro Vent at 7 PM (Tahrir sq) to give us a better view of the Square and spot sexual harassment mob attacks.

The first incident I saw was of a girl who was
successfully carried away from the harasser and
brought up to the vent.

She was unconscious and surrounded by many people; unfortunately many of whom I'm not certain if they were genuinely there to help or not.

A few of our group managed to get her on a plastic chair. I tried as much as possible keeping people away from her, asking the bystanders to
form a circle around her with their backs facing the girl to give her the space she needs.

Afterwards, members of our group carried the girl away.

The second incident was my first trauma: A woman was being assaulted by a group of men and literally squished in between the crowds a few meters away North of the vent.

Unfortunately I didn't see any of our Opantish group around her.

The woman screamed: “Help” repeatedly in English. Although I was supposedly from the safety
group that was supposed to accompany the victims after the strikers would form a protection circle, I decided that it was no longer bearable and we were running out of time: I had to intervene immediately even if I had to go off plan and step in the crowd solo.

I jumped off the vent and slided through the crowd, trying to be as quite as possible and avoiding any fight.

When I finally got to the woman, I shouted loudly: “go to the ventilator”. I attempted to pull her out of the crowd, then turned my back to her and asked her to hold on to me.

The way back to the vent was quite hectic:
People were pushing hard on the woman as we're trying to get there. At some point I stepped over a
street vendors table, breaking it along with tea glasses and then pushed over to the edge of the muddied metro vent.

Someone on top of the vent managed to pull the woman over away from the Mob. That was the last time I saw her in Tahrir.

After a few minutes the pushing, pulling stopped and I was able to climb up the ventilator again after it became less crowded. I couldn't find any of our group members and discovered after phoning one of my team mates that they took refuge in a building in Talaat Harab St close to Tahrir square.

By the time I arrived at the scene, huge crowds were trying to break in to the building as I saw most of my group were being pushed and crushed on to the metal gate.

Then I saw a girl with a black hoody jacket being crushed by the crowds right in front of the building.

She was screaming on the top of her lungs and was completely helpless. People were trying to pull her away from the door and back to the square.

The closer I got to the girl, the more I personally was groped.

Someone touched my buttocks, had his hand over my thighs and my pants pockets. I knew he was trying to pick pocket me and tried to
push his hand away.

Another man starting budding me with his head in my abdomen and then rolled his mouth over my chest.

At this point I lost my temper, shouted, sweared at the crowd and started hitting one of the men grabbing the girl in his forearm.

Someone with a flammable pressurised canister, set a flare above us. That pushed the crowds off a little bit and moments later a group of people managed to get the girl through the door and shut it closed.

That wasn't the end of the story for the crowds though:
People started pushing us towards the metal door, crushing us hard to the extent I felt my ribs were
about to crack.

Our group tried to organise into a semicircle, facing the crowds and fending them off the building's
doorstep: holding elbows and hands tight with our backs to the gate.

People started hitting us with wooden and metal rods, others were holding knives and swords. A hooded member of the black-blot pushed in his way through the crowds and swayed a penknife at me.

He then literally punched me in the chest with the hand he held the penknife with.

Initially I thought he stabbed me but luckily there was no blood.

The pushing and crushing continued along with sword swaying and canister induced flares. We received some help from a couple of Tahrir body
guard volunteers (I was able to identify them from their helmets, stickers and vests).

Gradually the mess faded away.

---

A few minutes after the Talaat harb st incident, another group of people were rushing towards KFC.

By now this crowd attitude has become associated to me with mob assault/harassment.

By the time I got to that part of Tahrir sq, some people really wanted to help and had already opened up a safe passage away from KFC to Talaat Harb st. The thing is after a few minutes of waiting no one passed. I found out that a crowd was blocking the safe passage from KFC's end.

I ran through the safe passage towards KFC. There were huge numbers of men surrounding a building door near KFC where the girl was temporarily taken to safety.

Someone let open a portable propane tank and lighted a huge flare to push the crowds away. Nevertheless, people were still pouring and
crushing in at the gate.

When I arrived to the gate, I found our group captain and several Opantish volunteers protecting the doorstep from the crushing crowds. People were pushing hard at us trying to break the gates open.

Our group captain called a colleague from the control room and asked her to get an ambulance quickly, while others sent in a bag of clothes to the
girl. This obviously means that the harassers managed to strip her naked...

Someone fired a gun shot to the air, probably from a sound gun. The blast almost made me deaf.

A random person then shouted “5alas mesheet men el na7ia el tania” (She left from the other entrance) and we began to repeat that after him.

The crowds started to disperse as we pretended that we were leaving the place as well. This sort of reduced the crowds.

---
At around 11 PM, we received reports of a girl being brutally attacked near Tahrir st.

We all set off to the place and managed to locate it from the huge crowds that were pouring in.

Men on motorbikes were ramming through at the crowds as we approached building no 2, Al-Amir kedadar st from Tahrir st. We realised the girl was taken to refuge in the building and people outside were just beating the hell out of each other with wood and metal rods.

At first we didn't know which side was trying to help and which were the attackers. After being pulled off and back up to the pavement several times, keeping our heads low during the sporadic
flares that were being lighted up by random men, a colleague and I managed to get to the gate where the girl was temporarily taken to refuge.

Someone fired a round in the air, luckily this time it wasn't as close and deafening.

Unfortunately this building's gate was faulty and didn't close well. That caused a HUGE problem to us as people knew the door wouldn't close well and started crushing us harder in attempt to push the door wide open.

We held the door closed as much as we can.

Someone brought up to us a sharp edged metal rod which we held across our abdomen, using it to
push off people away from the door.

One of the attackers, tried to take the rod from us. We held on to it and my colleague started hitting that dude to keep him off.

A member of the black blot swayed his penknife at us.

Another young man with a red hat, claimed his name was Ahmed and that he was the girl's brother. At this point we didn't believe him especially that he didn't sound genuine at all and was one of the people pushing us towards the door.

Then a random dude started swaying a slender green creature at us shouting “ow3a el te3ban” (beware of the snake). It was a little bit dark so I couldn't recognise whether this was a real or plastic snake.

We were pulled and pushed so bad that at some point my right leg slipped through an open manhole that was covered with only a thin cardboard.

My team mates managed to pull me up (later I found out that I wasn't the only one from the team who fell in the hole due to the chaos at the door).

Someone claiming to be a paramedic doctor was trying to get to the girl and kept on saying that the ambulance was on its way to the place. At first we
didn't believe him, bearing in mind all the people who were claiming they want to help and were
actually crushing us towards the gate.

The ambulance finally arrived at the scene.

Afterwards a round of nervous “crowd” negotiations started with the people, where everyone was shouting, pushing and pulling as we attempted to make a corridor from the door to the ambulance.

For some weird reason, when the ambulance driver turned on the right side flood light, the crowds in
front of the building partly dispersed.

This was a little bit weird to me and I'm starting to think there is a correlation between dark streets and mob sexual assaults.

The people inside finally got the chance to get the girl in to the ambulance.

After the group managed to get the girl on board, they hardly were able to close the ambulance's door as the crowds were trying to get to the girl and even a few young lads clutched on to the rear
of the ambulance as well.

Luckily, the ambulance was able to speed up and run up on to Tahrir street heading away to falaky's direction.

Although we originally had these operational plans of how to save the victims and split into different groups, things were so messy that at some point I found myself at the forefront dealing with the harassing crowds and at other times crushed on to one of the many metal gates of the residential buildings surrounding Tahrir square trying to fend off the attackers along with the group.

There are several things that I've realised that might be true or irrelevant:
- Group harassment is more likely to thrive on dark streets or areas. With strong lighting parts of the harassing crowds disperse (perhaps from the fear of being identified and caught) yet it's not always the case.

- Many people were armed with homemade flame throwing apparatus (either propane tanks or flammable canisters), swords, penknives, kitchen
knives, sound guns, tazers, rods and snakes (regardless whether it was real or fake). These weapons did little to help from my personal opinion and only in one case did it work (Talaat Harb building incident).

- Black blot's presence is simply not good, especially that they were marching around the square very much like an armed militia. Although some of them tried to help, others who were dressed like them weren't; which raises the question whether their anonymous black outfit might have been used by mobs to attack women.

- We should consider making an awareness campaign asking protesters and the general public to avoid any harassing crowds as much as possible.
One of the main difficulties we faced is the fact that we didn't know who's helping and who's part of the attacking mob.

الجمعة، 15 فبراير، 2013

كارول اللي بعرفها...

تملىء صور الفنانة كارول سماحة مساحات اعلانية  كثيرة اعلى محاور القاهرة الرئيسية (كوبري اكتوبر, محور 26 يوليو و الدائري) بمختلف الأشكال و الاحجام، و ذلك بمناسبة مشاركتها كاحد اعضاء لجنة التحكيم   في برنامج X Factor  على قناة CBC

بصراحة، اشعر بالسعادة من ان كارول اعتلت مكانا عاليا في التيار الإعلامي العام Main stream media، خاصة انها بدأت مسيرتها الفنية من المسرح الغنائي، المظلوم في عصرنا الحالي.

شخصيا، كان لي الحظ ان اشهد صعود كارول سلم النجومية باغنية "الطفل العربي" من بعد ذلك عقدها مع إحدى شركة الإنتاج.. حتى وصلت  صورتها على لوحات إعلانية يقدر إجارها بالاف (ان لم تكن الملاين) الجنيهات المصرية.

و لكن ترى الى اين تتجه كارول في مشاورها الفني؟

اسأل هذا سؤال لانني ممن سمعوا و قدروا اغاني كارول القديمة. و اعرف كيف ان اعمالها الفنية التي بدأت مع منصور الرحباني انتحت جانبا و ظهر على السطح اعمال فنية تطغوا عليها الصفة التجارية و الإستهلاكية. اشعر بالأسى لما فعلته شركات الإنتاج بفنها الراقي و موهبة كارول الملائكية، و كيف تحولت من راعية الامل و الصمود في "صباح الألف الثالث" إلى مغنية تشبه كثير من اعمالها الفنية الأغاني الإستهلاكية المنتشرة في فضاء الوطن العربي.

كارول التي اعرفها غنت ضد الفقر و العنصرية، ضد الجهل و الجوع وضد العنف الموجه للاطفال و الابرياء، غنت لصباح افضل في الألفية الثالثة: بعيدا عن الإستغلال و القهر و الظلم. تلك اعمال لن تنسى مهما طال الزمن، و لكن للأسف لن يجد محبي كارول امثالي سوى القليل من تلك الأغاني المميزة التي تستطيع ااصمود على الساحة لعشرات السنين...

على اية حال نورتينا يا كارول، سامحيني على العتب و اتمنى لك وقتا سعيدا بالمحروسة :)