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Big Sam-ما بتهون (cover) by Noel Kharmanنويل خرمان

غالية_-_عبالي_&_بِشر_رجعنا_التقينا_|_Ghaliaa_-_3abaly

Ann Alawan

Eljoee x Chaama - Mazal Mazal  | مازال مازال

Desert_Rose_&_انت_عمري  نويل خرمان

نعم ســـرى طيف من أهوى فأرقّني
والحب يعـترض اللذات بالألـم
لولا الهوى لم تُرق دمعا على طلل
ولا أرقــت لذكر البـنان والعلم
ان تجودي فصليني 
اسوه بالعاشقين 
او تظني فاندبيني 
في ظلال الياسمين

حرقة كرت - موال نعم سرى طيف من أهوى فأرقّنى

Chapters 2-3: Mother, Mother - Summary

At a mandatory Zenithian sermon, Mira struggles under the faith's suffocating expectations—restrictive dress codes, enforced note-taking, and the subtle hierarchies of devotion. While her mind escapes to visions of forest freedom, she endures humiliation from the devout who embody Zenith's purity obsessions.

That evening, desperate for answers about her absent mother, Mira confronts her father Elias. His cryptic response devastates her: "She's not like us, Mira. She walks a different path—a path we can never follow." Her violet eyes, so different from any human's, mark her as eternally separate, confirming her otherworldly heritage.

Seeking solace, Mira drags her best friend Kat to their secret sanctuary—a hidden waterfall deep in the ancient forest where the Wild Gods' influence remains pure. As Mira revels in the freedom of cold water and wild spaces, Kat systematically dismantles every reference to the old gods while pressing Mira to undergo Zenithian Baptism.

Their philosophical debate reveals the depth of Kat's transformation: Kat insists on absolute good, while Mira defends natural balance. Under mounting pressure and facing the loss of her only friend, Mira reluctantly agrees to speak with Lucien—a compliance that feels like a lie that may destroy her authentic self.

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Mother, Mother
Track 02

Mother, mother...  
You walk a path I cannot follow...  
Cannot follow...

White walls closing in on me  
Incense choking what I breathe  
Dress too tight, can't find my skin  
They say kneel, but I can't give in  
Mmm-oh-ah... mmm-oh-ah...

Father's books won't speak her name  
"She's not like us," his voice in pain  
Violet eyes stare back at me  
Mirror shows what I might be  
Oh-way-oh... way-oh...

Mother, mother, where'd you go?  
Walk a path I'll never know  
Mother, mother, am I you?  
Is that why I can't make it through?

She's not like us... not like me...  
Different path... set my soul free...

But I RUN! I RUN! Through the ancient trees!  
Bare feet flying, finally free!  
The waterfall calls my name!  
I leap into the wild gods' domain!

Cold water holds me, I'm ALIVE!  
The forest knows I will survive!  
No white robes can bind my soul!  
The wild makes me whole!  
Makes me whole!

Kat says "be chosen, wash it clean"  
But I still hear what she's not seen  
Nymphs in pools and dryads near  
Old gods whisper what I fear  
Hey-yah-oh... hey-yah-oh...

"She walks a different path," he said  
Those words keep spinning in my head  
Am I the bridge she couldn't be?  
Between the wild and what they need?  
Oh-way-oh-way...

At the falls! At the falls!  
Where the old magic calls!  
Strip away what isn't real!  
Let the wild gods make me feel!

Hey-yah! Hey-yah! Oh-way-oh!  
Diving deep where shadows go!  
Hey-yah! Hey-yah! Oh-way-oh!  
This is all I need to know!

So I RUN! I RUN! Through the ancient trees!  
Bare feet flying, finally free!  
The waterfall drowns their prayers!  
I breathe the wild gods' sacred air!

Cold water holds me, I'm ALIVE!  
Mother's blood helps me survive!  
No baptism can claim my soul!  
The wild makes me whole!  
I AM whole!

Mother, mother...  
Your different path...  
Maybe leads...  
Back to me...  

Maybe I'm the path...  
You couldn't follow...

Mother, Mother

Aicha - cover - عايشة - فرقه حرقة كرت

Aicha Cover By Harget Kart - حرقة كرت - عايشة

Evolution Of Arabic Music - تطور الموسيقى العربية - علاء وردى

يا صاحــــبي _ راشد الماجد & عبدالمجيد عبدالله 

يا صاحـــــبي ،، عبدالمجيد عبدالله & راشد الماجد

حرقة كرت -اويلي

نعم ســـرى طيف من أهوى فأرقّني
والحب يعــــــترض اللذات بالألـــم
لولا الهوى لم تُرق دمعا على طلل
ولا أرقـــــت لذكر البـــــــان والعلم
يا ساكنيــــــــــن بقلبي لاعدمت لكم
معنى لطيفا سرى معناه ضمن دمي
فيا رفارف روحي في معارجــــــها
بذكركم كم يداوى بالهوى ســـــقمي

Aicha Cover By Harget Kart - حرقة كرت - عايشة

Harget Kart

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