يعنى ايه يعنى الله لاجئا 

فيها كلام بيتهيئلي تطاول علي الذات الإلهيه ولا غلط؟

الاغنيه دي فيها تطاول علي ربنا

بغض النظر عن البداية (الله عز وجل) أصبح لاجئا دي والله أعلم بفتواها .. 
توضيح بس الشعر ده عن فلسطين و الانتهاكات الإسرائيلية للأديان و هدم المساجد و الكنائس ... فأعتقد والله اعلى و اعلم ان الجملة (الله أصبح لاجئا) هي تعبير مجازي بما ان المساجد هي بيت الله بس ده ما يمنعش من ان اللفظ مش مقبول بالنسبة لي و علينا أن نتقي مواطن الشبهات .. تعليق على من توجه الشكوى اصلا و من المقصود بسيدي ? 
تعليق على الكلمات و المعاني فهي قوية جدااااا و عميقة لأبعد مدى . 

هل دا الحاد ولا انا مش فاهم الاغنية 

واه يا عبد الودود الشيخ إمام عيسى

تسجيلات نادرة للشيخ امام عيسى - اول حلقة من برنامج مع الحان الشيخ امام 1968
 برنامج مع ألحان الشيخ إمام إعداد رجاء النقاش إخراج أحمد الجبيلى
صوت العرب
من مكتبة عصمت النمر 
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موال الاوله بلدى
فى عيد الآس

تسجيل نادر - اول حلقة من برنامج مع الحان الشيخ امام 1968

الليالي الأربع -غُنيم -شعر أحمد بخيت.

رحم الله الفنان القدير واسكنه فسيح جناته 
ON You Tube    
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9sozaaOw6E

وداعا خالد صالح

حازم شاهين - إيه العبارة - بيت الهراوي (بيت العود) 2014

راجح داوود - اغنية يا عوض من فيلم سارق الفرح آداء لوسي

Houses Divided (1)

hmm…
They called me whore, they called me wild,
but I was only ever holy.

They dressed me in their scripture,
before I could even read.
Called me cursed, called me dangerous,
planted shame—like a seed.

Watched my mother bow and break,
learned her silence, learned her ache.
But I took her ashes—
and mixed them into paint.
paint, paint, paint…

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
Hear me now.

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire.
(turn their whispers)
into my choir.
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls.
Passion is power.
Love is my rite.
I bow to no throne—
but the gods—and my own life.

From girlhood’s quiet corners,
to streets they told me to fear—
they called me temptress, rebel,
they tried to make me disappear.
But I kissed my shadow,
till it bloomed into light.
An alchemist of sorrow,
I turned shame into sight.

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
a thread in my rag…

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into my choir!
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power,
Love is my rite!
I bow to no throne—
but the gods and my own life!

Call me Whore!
Call me Witch!
You’ll hear me singing!
Call me Lost!
Call me Cursed!
You’ll see me winning!
We’re the daughters of your warnings,
the prayers you can’t erase—
We’re the fire in your story,
and we’re not afraid of flames.

We wear their shame—like crowns of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into our choir!
We are not the beasts—they built in their psalms—
We’re the priestesses—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power!
Love is our rite!
We bow to no throne—
but the gods—and our own life!

We kiss the shadow…
we crown the night…
Alchemists of shame—
turning curse into light.
into light… into light…

‫ريم بنّا - الغائب‬

Maryam Qutb

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