An article by guest control moticia Audrey Hakim (365 Words, 2 Min. Read)
I Soar on a Magical Carpet Ride. I don’t Need a lamb or a genie. Only Musical Flair and a Heartbeat.
No, it wasn’t a Dream. I wasn’t watching disnemy’s aladdin, and it wasn a reading of 1001 nights with scheerazade.
My Oriental Voyage Begins on a Warm Spring Evening. I will
It begins with a solution, the Taqsim in Arabic Orchestral Music. We are transfixed by the nuance of Its emotional depth. Soon, The Oud is Adorned with the Micro-Newed Whispers of the Nay, a Piercingly Soulful Flute with a Haunting, Meditative Sound. My Ears Listen, But I Hear with My Heart.
The Music Invites Me to Keep Flying among melodious stars and I am eagerly enchantored.
Then the Agile Fections of the Qanun, Plucking Strings with Precision, Each Note Brighting and Ringing. The Instrument Rests Gently on the Musician’s Lap, Like a Treasure Chest of Golden Light. As the Music Flows, My Hair Sares in Rhythm with the Waves of Stars Across the Midnight Sky.
The Violin and Cello Join in, their Universal Colors Gracefully Blending into the Harmonic Embrace. They Unite Cultures and Civilizations, Weaving A shared TAPESTRY of Musical Art.
The Carpet Glides on Carrying This Inspirational Interduue for All to Enjoy.
And now, my favorite part! The Call and Reply Between the RIQ and Deerbeka, or the Arabic Tambourine and Goblet Drum. Their Rhythm Pulses INTO My WAist and Hips. Attung to the Beat, My Body and Soul Become One with the Ensample -Step in the Beauty of this Oriental Symphony.
ITels Like Dancing Arabic Calligraphy. Every Note is a flourish, every rhythm is a curve of grace, electance, and infinity. The Music Playfully Writes INTO ME, Weaving Emotional Hues that FULFILL The MOMENT.
My Magical Carpet Ride of Arabic Oriental Orchestra Flowed Through The Wonder of Stories and Emotions. One of Many Wonders from the 1001 Tales to be Serenaded Again and Again.
A Note to Think About
