Al-Marsad Newspaper: The writer Abdullah bin Bakhit said in his article published in “Okaz” that he imagines Harun al-Rashid as cinema gave birth to him. A man dressed in damask and silk, sitting on his gold-plated throne, surrounded by his men, servants, slaves and a group of elegant and laughing guests, or watch Salah ad-Din appear among his beautiful maids, laughing in his hands, reciting him beautiful poems and vying for his approval and attention. There is no doubt that your saliva will be sweetened if you are a teenager, and your youth will return to you if you are an old man, and if you are a young man, you will curse this time that brought you with us.
The Crime of Egyptian Cinema
And he added in his article, which bore the title “The crime of Egyptian cinema and series”, you will ask yourselves ardently how we were and how we have become, and addressing those sitting, you will say: (This is when we were beating the walls of Europe), then complete with ardor and pride: Harun Al-Rashid used to say when he saw a heavy cloud: Rain, o cloud. If you wish, your fee is mine.
Caliph and servant
And the writer emphasized, neither the Egyptian cinema, nor our distinguished preachers, nor the fifth grade history teacher will tell you the whole story. Didn’t the cinema or the history teacher in the fifth grade tell you that the proceeds of this cloud will come to you only from what the caliph and his wives give in terms of alms, and the rest is for female slaves and conquests, and the cinema didn’t tell you that the magnificent palace of Harun al-Rashid has no air conditioners, lamps, televisions, running water or sewage, no soap, no shampoo. You can imagine the smell of this waitress dancing in front of Al-Rashid and how she smells like Al-Rashid himself.
History teacher
And he added: “Neither the fifth-grade history teacher nor the cinema told you that most of its guards and servants, men and women, and all its loved ones spend their needs outdoors. If you go out in the evening, and you will inevitably go out to relieve yourself, you will find Al-Rashid’s people huddled here and there, active in istinja and istija’ on the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. And go ahead, go with the cinema and words of the narrator of our honorable preachers and history professor in the fifth grade, and imagine yourself as one of the subjects of Harun al-Rashid and the glorified caliphs, Salah al-Din or Selim I , etc. Imagine if this was the case with the caliph (no water or electricity) then how are you?
And he added, if your age is now over fifty, then you died at those ages, because the default life span of the Caliphate peoples is no more than forty-five years. When you leave us in this time and return to your dream time, you will not be carrying hospitals, operating theatres, antibiotics, vaccines, ambulances, health awareness, medical insurance and street and lane cleaning. you have to fight day and night; To have seven children, perhaps fate will leave you with one or two.
Our best prayers
He pointed out that whenever one of us felt let down and the others excelled Muslims in every field, he remembered the images he saw in Egyptian cinema, or that his fifth grade history teacher told him about, or that our honorable Members shouted about. preachers, which became our only dream. We watch the TV series on a luxurious screen, hear the preacher’s screams from a loud microphone, and dream of the Caliph’s beauties in an air-conditioned bedroom, thus creating a world that is not related to the world. I do not forget the history teacher in the elementary school, as he stamped his feet as he repeated Allenby’s dictum (Here we are back, Salah al-Din), so we mourned our plight after Salah al-Din left us alone and left.
The writer concluded by saying: Then we go back to our homes and pray to God to provide us with another Saladin. No one told us that the only path open to ordinary people is the path to the future. Nobody told us that whoever dies we have to leave him at his death.
