My mother, who had never visited Halim’s house, described it very accurately

In a secondary girls’ school, the determined observer did not hesitate to stand in line in the mornings to comfort the girls who wore black, and encouraged them to be patient and that Abdul Halim is in heaven, so God will, with the intercession of his sickness for him. The scene was repeated in almost all schools in Egypt, and all its streets, all weeping with true burning as if they had lost a loved one of their family and not a famous artist. There was news about the girls who decided to end their lives after hearing the news of Abdel Halim’s death. Even young men who regularly mocked girls because of their bondage to him in his life were overwhelmed by their tears on the day of his funeral.

My mother told me about “Abdul Halim’s idea” from an early age. It was said that it was natural for all the girls to love him and mourn over him. Halim was a song of lost love, a boy in his face with a strange fame that makes him look like any member of any Egyptian family.

Abdel Halim is the orphan who decided to be adopted by everyone, as if it were a collective decision that had taken hold in the subconscious. Perhaps it was this love and this sense of responsibility towards him that was why it was always such a difficult decision to embody him in any work of art.

On the occasion of his death this year, I decided to visit his home, which usually opens twice a year; Once on the anniversary of his death, and once on the anniversary of his birth. I woke up in the morning and found that his voice came out of nowhere and sang: “As long as I am in my eyes, beautiful, peace …” When I followed the voice, it ran away, and whenever I surrendered had, I found it getting closer and closer until I finished his song. Under his house, the porter tells that the house has not been opened since the beginning of the Corona pandemic: “Everyone walked today. A tear fell on his cheek, I swear to God, oh, there are people who also from came down outside, and they did not go in. ”

As I crouched in front of the building, I found other pilgrims pouring in, such as devotees visiting the tomb of a holy visitor. They have to visit it twice a year. I ask the doorman if I can just see the floor where the apartment is located to read the letters on the wall. The doorman assures me, “No, you idiot, no one ever wipes them off, not even the apartment as it is.”

“God have mercy on you, Abdul Halim, my lost love …”, “My soul is with me now and I feel”, “In heaven, Halim ..”, “To the dearest creature, to the dearest man being … “,” My beloved is Halim, all of us. “love you”

It was for me a rush for these letters, a rush for a memory, a story that my mother and many of her generation told me about fans and admirers, who visit the house every year and send him messages against loosen the wall. My mother, who had never visited the house, described it very accurately as if she had been there at least 10 times. She tells of the letters, his car in the garage, the old intercom in the foyer of the building, his clothes inside the house classified under each movie in which he appeared, his private CDs and letters, and the position of his head on the bed. The picture was conveyed to me very accurately, and visiting his house for me was like realizing an old dream I had, and I wanted to make sure it matched reality.

On the seventh floor of the building is the wall full of sincere love letters from different years, written over a period of forty-five years.

Unconditional love letters, written by his lovers to confirm their continued love for him. Messages such as: “God have mercy on you, Abdul Halim, my lost love …”, “My soul is with me now and I feel”, “In heaven, Halim …”, “To the dearest creature, to the dearest man … “,” My love. ” Halim, we all love you. “

Letters signed below or next to her were written by women and men, some of whom were originally born after his death.

Abdel Halim’s love has flowed like a clear river through the generations, passed down from generation to generation, many of my generation I find that Abdel Halim respects, loves and appreciates, not the singer or artist per se, but Abdel Halim as’ an idea, as a kind of loyalty to their family, as if his love is a safe space to meet with them, and to enter their memories quietly.

The question has always interrupted me: Why Abdel Halim? He was not the happiest singer of his time, nor his songs the most influential, there are some of his contemporaries whose voice and words can be distinguished from him. But in Abdel Halim’s life, which arouses sympathy. Perhaps his great resemblance to any young man in any middle family, there is nothing special in his features, but he certainly has clear sadness and kindness.

He was like the youngest member of the family born with a terminal illness, so the whole family had to love and cherish him more than the rest of his members. He often spoke in a calm voice, sometimes tired, sometimes shy. During his life and his death, there were stories and rumors about his love life, which he himself did not publicly confirm, which made him loyal to all his loves. He sang for love without philosophy, simple words that everyone understood.

Why Abdel Halim? He was not the happiest singer of his time, nor were his songs the most influential.

Quiet melodies that everyone can hum. Even when he sang to the setback, there was sincere sadness in his voice. He plays the role of a boy playing with girls’ feelings, you can not take him seriously, as if he can only break someone’s heart through his death, but you can definitely believe him if he plays the role of a lover in pain play, love without hope. The poor man who showed up after his great suffering, but he is not the child born with a golden spoon.

I look at the porter: “Do people still come every year, Ahmed?”

“Oh, of course, you idiot, they still come, as they do not need, and from every place, from every province, and even from the land of the country.”

Abdel Halim is the orphan who decided to be adopted by everyone, as if it were a collective decision entrenched in the subconscious of everyone who speaks his language. Perhaps this love and this sense of responsibility towards him was the reason that his embodiment in any work of art was always a difficult decision, and no one would accept it, until he was embodied by someone close to him in the popular goat and the suffering of disease as Ahmed Zaki. Halim for the generation that lived it, is the collective memory of them.

By asking any of his contemporaries about the day of his death, he would repeat the same testimony. It will not differ in any way. Therefore, the narration of Abdel Halim’s life and the presentation of information that may not be known to the public who saw him, made a kind of slander on their memory, on their testimony about his life, as if it were an abomination. to their love for him and their interest in him.

He was the hope of love for a whole generation, and with his death all hope of his existence as he portrayed him ended. He’s not the only “passionate” singer of his time, not even after that, but he embodied the only hope of finding him. Before I left, another tip from many recent years was written on the wall: “Abdul Halim Hafez, you are the dream of my life when I was young and I still love you.”

* The article expresses the author’s point of view and not necessarily the opinion of Raseef22

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