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Outside the school syllabus
Ahmed Seif Hashed
In the second grade of secondary school, ten dinars were allocated per month to help the sons of the north (the National Front).. I eagerly awaited it at the end of each month, and bought some brochures, and the book was subsidized by the state at that time.. We bought it at cheap and cheap prices.. I also spent some of it when I was hungry.. Every night he bought biscuits and tea from Mohamed Haidara, who had a small shop at the school gate from the inside..
The meal of tea and biscuits was a delicious and delicious meal that relieved the burden of hunger, until we became companions in the dark of the night when we faced hunger.. I still crave it sometimes, and I remember through it days gone by, And my companion Nabil Al-Husam does it today when he is hungry, or supports his stomach to withstand in the face of hunger, or eases its burden on him, And he says to me, take some of it and I decline and my longing for him jumps and sweeps.
The sesame seed has become yearning for us from hunger. Its owners carry happy souls, no matter how heavy the burden and heavy loads.. How beautiful are the poor that I have known, and how rich and noble they are and how condescending they are to each other.. The usual, and with pride that reaches the sky, they resist humiliation, pettiness, and decadence, with exceptional devotion, and the bravery of suicide..
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In the “Proletariat” school, I had a small radio, through which I followed the news at night, and when listening was less and sheesh.. I was keen to hear the broadcast and reports of Radio Monte Carlo at eight in the evening, which lasts for half an hour, and then follow the following even if the nine o’clock came, I moved to watching the BBC radio broadcast from London, then a program of excerpts from the newspapers’ sayings, and I did not finish until I heard the “politics between the questioner and the respondent” program, which ends at exactly ten o’clock at night..
Two hours a day without interruption I used to spend in the news, reports, newspapers, and politics in general. If an important new event happened, I spent more time following up, and listening to various other stations interested in that matter or event.. I don’t remember that I missed a night without spending less than two hours listening Radio with longing and political and knowledge passion..
This was part of my usual daily program, which I was keen on during my high school studies, at the “Proletariat” school.. That follow-up made me feel the momentum of life, the developments of events, and the importance of public affairs in our lives and the trends of the countries of the world without ignoring the warning of what is false and shady The diversity of sources and comparisons between them helped us to some extent in knowing the truth from falsehood and the shaded one..
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I longed for and fascinated with knowledge, and read newspapers when I found them, as well as some books, even those that were incomprehensible to my modest level of knowledge, but I tried to understand them, as if they were part of the course..
I remember that I was in the second grade of high school. One of the teachers’ house teachers surprised me, just because he saw me near the school gate while I was reading a book by Engels (The Origin of the Family), and he reprimanded me because this is difficult to understand even for university graduates, and that my reading of this comes at the expense of studying my lessons..
It was clear that this professor was to a large extent relaxed from ideology and its strict determinants, and I think that his origins were Indian or Pakistani, which I assessed through his appearance and features.. As for me, I respected knowledge from whichever source or source it comes.
This restraint did not prevent me from reading outside the curriculum, but rather made me read more outside the curricula and courses, without negatively affecting the interest in my lessons, which I used to give the most time and attention to, but sometimes my suffering and craving for knowledge made me read outside the curriculum, as Our venerable and well-versed Syrian teacher in Arabic literature and language, Hassan Bashmaf, who speaks Standard Arabic in and outside the classroom, and his mastery of teaching methods in his subject, made Arabic literature in our eyes beautiful and deserves more attention to reading and knowledge outside the school curriculum, and I will not forget some rebellion and transgression against what is decided. and usual..
I remember that I used to read and study ancient poetry from Diwan Antar, as well as poetry of the Muallaqat, trampless poets, and books of literature in the medieval era, in which there are some interesting poems and explanations..
In general, reading outside the school curricula was the basis for expanding my cognitive awareness, and even excelling later in the study, and leaving the circle and areas of some school weaknesses that I may have sensed or experienced some of..
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In the lyrical art, I liked listening to some of the songs of Taha Farea and Hassan Atta, and the latter worked as dean of the Teachers’ House in the same school in which I study. I also liked some of the songs of the artists Abdul Basit and Ayoub Tarish Absi. Abdel Halim Hafez and Umm Kulthum liked the extent of addiction and melting..
I was surprised by his taste because I did not understand the words of the songs, nor did I like their melody, nor did I enjoy their rhythm, but I was annoyed and annoyed by them.. and I was always surprised by the tastes of some people who liked that art that it was difficult to hear, including my uncle Farid, who liked Umm Kulthum’s songs..
But after a while, I found myself inclined to some of the songs of Abdel Halim and Umm Kulthum, and I liked the song “Do not lie,” which was sung by the artist Abdel Halim Hafez, and I repeated it a lot with his voice in harmony and integration and simulating a failed love experience I lived one day, and my colleague Abdel Hakim explained to me the text and words of the poem and replied to My ears until I memorized them, and among her words that captured my heart:
Don’t lie, I saw you two together.. and say goodbye to crying, for I hated the tears
What is the easiest of the bridging tears, if it flows.. from a lying eye, then he denies and pretends
I saw you..I heard you..your eyes in his eyes..in his lips..in his hands..in his feet
until he says:
What do I say to make her ribs shed tears of longing for you.. What do I say to rip her ribs for fear of you
Do I say Hunt?.. I say she betrayed me.. Shall I say it?.. If I say it, I will cure my boil.. my woe..
No, I won’t say me, so tell me you..
Don’t be ashamed..don’t be afraid of me, for I am not a rebel..you saved me from the falsehood of my dreams and the treachery of my feelings
I saw that you had two chains that I made sure of life not to break.. so I broke it
And I saw that you were a sin for me, and I asked God not to forgive it.. so I forgave it
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