In the departure of the wounded voice
Abdul Karim Abdul Qadir, may God have mercy on him »
(1941 – 2023)
Life is not a house of survival, but it is a house of work, and everything has an end, but those who left an imprint on the forehead of the memory remain, they leave and leave a great and deep humanitarian donation, among them are those who left a word that simplifies continuity, and simplifies those around them with the joy of time, a writer who reads, understands, listens, and so it is The voices that God distinguishes with calmness, strength of performance, and meaning. Those who were outside the limits of time reach you with their humility from the beginning of the conversation. They take you to them as an intermediary that connects to their hearts of love that overwhelmed you when you listened to them.
The artist of the Gulf song, Abu Ekhtiyar, the sublime and elegant word, passed away, and he took our childhood that grew up on his voice, and with him I felt close to the doors that pass and no one notices them. Love is in his patience, the one who contemplated in his depths his need, which is the need of all people, he told it to the writer of the words and the musician created its melodies, a song he bought for us with a thousand thoughts.
“God gave and God, what was taken”..
He who sang to the homeland of the day, “brotherly and dear Kuwait,” left the great and distinguished legacy, and made the person happy who decided to be happy from the beginning, and was with himself a person with convictions and feelings, and from the pure water of truth he gave him, and he is sincere in all his cases. If he gives, he does not wait, nor does he have In relationships except satisfaction, he works and does not lose. He has a look at beauty and his relationships.
He is the stranger who carried his grief, and he is the kind and friendly soul, who facilitated, illuminated, and added optimism to the song of sadness that time imprisoned in the depths, and removed its influence from the impossible. He decided, thought, and made the decision of the heart that calmly resides within him. It was sacrifice, he determined his position, and he slept on the bed of years, content with his departure. As for the generations, they will be loyal and sincere, preserving his heritage.
The father of our privacy and our secrets is gone in revealing in the silence of our nights. We follow his song and complain to her about our dryness when the birds of desires and “Al-Hajji” abandon us.
The father of high emotion, who added to the end of the words from his heart, has passed away, in the safety of God, the call of the heart that only a person possesses high energy to bear and listen, and we bid farewell to those who inhabit the conscience, with his voice, a person of the difficult time who gifted us letters written by him from his voice, the father of calm, sound and feeling.
In the mind, Bukhaled, the sun of your presence shines on the windows of thinking. To it we extend the right hand, shaking your voice with hearts that believe in God’s will and destiny. No, never, for you are overflowing with love that reminds you of forgetfulness, and we remember you well.. Goodbye, love.
“I called to you with my tired, languid voice
I called you and waited for years
My voice and echo now.”
