Stories not told

I remember the year 1979 and I was returning from a year of work in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, that I found among the tapes of recordings the quartets of Salah Jahin sung by Ali El Hagar and composed by Sayed Makkawi, so I made it fill the house's emptiness every day, I only stop it before I sleep, this was the first time I listened to Ali El Hagar so I loved him very much, as for Sayed Makkawi he is an old endless love, also Salah Jahin. Many of Salah Jahin's meanings and reflections enter you into the existential realm to understand the world or feel it, and my memory of Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam, they also enter you into the realm of existential meanings of the world, humans, and life, and although I am a reader of philosophy, and I know these meanings and am convinced of them intellectually and spiritually but their poetic formulation enriches you more than dozens of philosophical books, and when you hear them sung, the world around you expands despite many of them implying nothingness as the end of every hardship or an emptiness surrounding us even if we do not see it. Author: Ibrahim Abdel Megid Dar Kiyan for Publishing and Distribution