I saw the palm tree - Radwa Ashour

Like "fantasy" music that is supposed not to adhere to any traditional musical form, then its melodies and tunes form and reveal and complete their own unique mold that has never existed before and will never exist before and will never exist—ever. Like it, the stories of this rare group are shaped, transforming from the formation of objective facts within perspectives containing the secret of the actual reality's composition through its people, relationships, places, and atmospheres, reaching the formation of meanings embodied in images of imagination, without losing their ability to contain the same secret of intimate reality. Between the worry of the grandfather for his granddaughter—the daughter of the martyr—in a world that the grandfather does not know how dangerous it is, nor how complex, treacherous, or how strong the granddaughter herself is... And even the worry of the "lover," confined to close, focused shots—about her hero, her people, and her land—while a delicate line of feeling extends, woven from the transparency of tragedy and the intensity of joy in facing it, without difference. A delicate line that sometimes plunges into the earth's mud or into a passionate stream of greenery and plants, or sometimes soars even among the palm trees' stems amidst the green fronds of the treetops. A delicate line that plunges or soars without looking back but moves forward from the realistic opening melody to the imaginary closing melody so that its poetic nature is born and its unique fantasy mold is completed, from the opening (story) melody to the closing melody.