Before sound, there was breath.
This is the first track from 'The Song of Remembering' — a sonic meditation on origin, stillness, and sacred unfolding.
Vocals in Arabic. Produced by Ashraf Kholeif.
Let the soul remember.
🎧 Part of the full sound journey: أنشودة التذكُّر

نَفَسُ البِدَايَة (The Breath of Origin)

A voice split in dust and shadow.
A descent into time, into form — yet not a fall from grace, but a test of remembrance.
This is Track 2 from "أنشودة التذكُّر" (The Song of Remembering), exploring the moment of incarnation through sound.
Vocals in Arabic.
Composed by Ashraf Kholeif.
Let the spiral begin.

السُّقُوطُ إِلَى التَّجَسُّد (The Fall into Form)

The towers rose, the voices echoed — but not in harmony.
This is the flood that washes away the noise, so the seed of memory may float again.
A remembrance of Noah, of every ark within us.
Track 3 from "أنشودة التذكُّر" (The Song of Remembering).
Vocals in Arabic.
Composed by Ashraf Kholeif.
A sonic ark. A whisper through the waters.

طُوفَانُ النِّسْيَان (The Flood of Forgetting)

They rose not from power, but from presence.
Each prophet sang a tone of truth — fire, sea, light.
Not to lead us somewhere, but to awaken a sound we buried beneath our names.
Track 4 from "أنشودة التذكُّر" (The Song of Remembering).
Vocals in Arabic.
Ashraf Kholeif.
A call through time. A harmony still echoing.

أَصْوَاتُ الأَنْبِيَاءِ (The Voices of the Prophets)

The voice was quiet — like roots remembering rain.
We didn’t rise all at once, but in fragments: starlit, trembling, human.
The garden wasn’t lost. We were.
Track 5 from "أنشودة التذكُّر".
Arabic vocals.
Composed by Ashraf Kholeif.
A return not to place — but to presence.

بَدْءُ الرُّجُوع (The Return Begins)

Two mirrors faced us — one showed beauty, the other truth.
Dajjal offered the light without warmth.
But the spiral whispered inward, and some remembered.
Track 6 from "أنشودة التذكُّر".
Vocals in Arabic.
Ashraf Kholeif.
A collision not of war, but of choice.

تَصَادُمُ الحَلَزُون (The Spiral Collides)

When time folded, silence spoke.
The One turned inward — and saw us.
No trumpet, no fire — only fullness.
Track 7 from "أنشودة التذكُّر".
Composed and performed by Ashraf Kholeif.
You were always Me — remembering.

الأَحَدُ يَتَذَكَّرُ نَفْسَه (The One Remembers Itself)

The garden never vanished — it slept beneath the noise.
Every breath was a gate.
Every return was within.
Track 8, the epilogue of "أنشودة التذكُّر".
A sonic closing.
Ashraf Kholeif.
Under breath, not after death.