The 38th anniversary of Ibn Dandara’s death

Abdel Rahim Mansour.. The strange dancer on “The Pebbles of Pain”

With the passage of the “38” anniversary of the death of the great poet Abdel Rahim Mansour, it is confirmed every day that this “afflicted with poetry” person would not be able to live in this world in which he died every time. day, tormented by his poems and his fine sense, and tormented by his gigantic art that was not there. A human body could absorb the waterfalls of feelings of loneliness and alienation, so his exhausted soul overflowed on the endless banks of the eternity.

The sense of orphanhood has haunted him ever since he lost his father when he was a child and took refuge in the arms of his mother, who preserved the folk lore of the south. Deep down, one of the nation’s nobles, the journalist writer Louis Grace, wandered on the inner level as a “scout” eager to find talents, and under the slogan “The Tormented by Art” initiative. Abdel Rahim Mansour’s talent was launched (by chance), after “Grace” met him one day. ask him to show him the titles of the “Trinity of Creativity” (the poets Amal Dunqul, Abdel Rahman Al-Abnoudi and the novelist Yahya Al-Taher), and when “Mercy” could not be found in them, because they preceded him. traveling to Cairo, he was surprised by the brown young man (the guide) who told him that he was a poet and wrote poems!

The brown young man, the son of “Dandara”, in Qena, full of wishes and overwhelmed with talent traveled to the land of dreams in Cairo, he sacrificed “the homeland of his mother’s bosom” and tried to find a safe haven . in the arms of Cairo, but sadness remained his faithful companion, the demon of his poetry forced him to write masterpieces of poems and songs that encapsulate the meanings of painful humanity that came from the hearts of the simple people of the earth did, and knew his way to the throats of mourning, which contributed to the arrival of those words to the audience, through the radio, but Cairo only opened his ears to him, and “silenced his heart” about that strange, pain-ridden Saidi boy.

One of the paradoxes of fate is that the year of the setback was the appearance of the first and last poetic book of “Mansour”, entitled “Dancing on the Pebbles”, and he wrote a dedication to his mother, his eternal bosom, and in the meantime embraced his art with the genius Baligh Hamdi, who found in him his artistic and human pursuit. The two were brought together by pain, and their inimitable talent was shaded by the shades of true honesty that penetrated directly to the hearts has. of the listeners. “Mansour” kept busy day and night in the Egyptian radio studios with “The Eloquent”, standing with words and melody along the front line with the enemy, resisting the defeat and energetically, and on the banks of the Nightingale’s Throat began to sound his songs: “Egypt, my country, my nation, Egypt”, and the wonderful Shadia “Umm the patient,” and through the years of exhaustion “Mansur” and “Baligh” continued day and night with word and melody.

And when the Egyptians rose up in joy to cross the Suez Canal, together they brought out the icon of victory, “In the name of God… God is great,” and then “Ali al-Rababa” in the voice of the late Warda Al-Jazaery, who if Mansour had written nothing else, he would have been proud to have his name immortalized with them among the poets of resistance and victory. .

It seems that defeated “Mansour” left safety in the depths of his mother’s bosom in Upper Egypt, and even when he prayed and toured with love poems, he did not find enough love, and when the poet Salah Abdel- Sabour nominated him for poetry in front of President Sadat on one of the art holidays he stood. Mansour “to soar with the ears of Sadat and his companions to the horizons of dream and victory, everyone cheered for him, but after the ceremony ended did he didn’t get anyone to take him with him in his car until he reached his home on his tired feet, who minutes ago was on the poetry platform in front of the president, so his famous phrase came out of him .Valid for every time and place: “Our talent does not eat us up nor spare us to walk.”

And just as “Mansour” was a young and obscure young man who took the hand of the great journalist Louis Grace, the roles changed, and “Mansour” held the hands of the brown young man who emerged from the depths of Nubia come, Muhammad Munir The lyrics of his successful songs: Speak, Lemon Trees, Oh Girl, Honest to Sea, I Complain to Maine, The Bride of the Nile, In Your Eyes, Round the People, Teach Me About You, Your Eyes Under the Moon, Be Here, Night, Come Back Again, Say to the Stranger, and many more songs that have been at the forefront of listening pace for more than four decades, the third of which in the “alienation” journey was the late composer Ahmed Munib.

Mansour’s heartfelt words fluttered down the throats of Warda, Najat, Fayza Ahmed, Muhammad Noah, Afaf Radi, Medhat Saleh, Aida al-Shaer, Walid Tawfiq, Mayada al-Hanawi, Angham and Ali al-Hajjar, in words that journey of all those names, and others.

His career with the composer Ahmed Munib remained a unique experience, and as soon as the two names were mentioned together, streams of memories poured into the consciousness of the eighties generation, with songs (Your Lord is the world, my promise is on the days , oh ten

In his film journey he wrote the lyrics for the songs of the popular movie “Bold Ya Donya”, then the great director Nour El-Demerdash gave him the television gates to the wings of “Dialogue and Poetry” in the series ” Mared Al- Jabal”, then crosses his life journey with the genius director Atef Al-Tayeb, to write: Mansour” poems, screenplay and dialogue for the movie “Al Zammar”, with Nour Al Sharif, Salah Al Saadani and Mohsana Tawfiq, and the words of “Mansour” embraced with his twin, Baligh Hamdi.

He wrote “What is on the lover is to blame” by Muhammad Rushdi in the film “Adawiya”, until the milestone came with the film “Egyptian Hadhoot” by the late Youssef Chahine. His grave: “I don’t care about your name.. I don’t care about your address.. I don’t care about your color.. nor your country.. your place.. I care about a person.”

Away from the vocabulary of literary criticism, in an exhibition about the depth of Mansour’s creative experience, and the uniqueness of his verbal environment, the dictionary of words cannot only express this poet who woke up from his “sleep” to his feelings do not blossom. paper, and dripping From his blood verses are inhabited by everyone who hears it and feels that it is a fatherland that contains it and a bosom that protects it from the cruelty of days.

His life was short (43 years) by the standards of earthly time, but the timing of human pain, the timing of alienation and the homeland, a number that has not yet been created, he can be a real life for the poet ” Abdul writes “Rahim Mansour”, as he wrote about himself: “Wisdom killed me .. and revived me.” …and let me dive into the heart of the secret.” Abdel Rahim Mansour died with, alone, the secret.

His companion, the poet Magdy Naguib, said of him: “I am afraid of losing him in Cairo, which has no mercy for the displaced.” Superstitious legends invade the hearts, perhaps fly free from time to time, among forgotten papers on distant shelves whose place no one remembers, but those books decorated with the colors of fun, dance alone at the forefront of the scene, history is written by the conquerors.

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