It is not enough to pass an occasion - or even inappropriate - except to hear the same sermon about our being a "nation read" which is not read, although the verse that began the revelation of the Koran did not provide a direct order to the Prophet and his followers to read, otherwise the Prophet peace be upon him To learn to read. But I do not recall that anyone called us a "nation and an antagonist of your voice" who knows no calm, even though this wise commandment not only sought to turn the voice down, but also accompanied its sisters with the commandments with ugly obedience. Of the verse - is nothing but a donkey!

The Arabs, like others, have to shout at public events. The poet and the khateeb will not find their voice resonating unless they are loud enough to reach the ears, and perhaps the old commandment of the nation of the Quran will be discarded to alert them to the ugliness of this habit, but the culture of the Okaz market remains strong. There is no difference in the argument between illiterates in a cafe about discussing an academic message among professors in a classroom or about discussing a law between two members of a House of Representatives. Everyone is convinced that the right is a louder, more vocal ally. , Even if the closest behavior of donkeys according to the expression of the revelation itself.

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I recall the complaint of an elderly neighbor who spent his life abroad in Europe, and then retired to his homeland, looking hard for the preacher of Friday preaching without screaming, and the strange that he did not find his question except when a whispering whispering Sheikh, not only because he has cancer of the throat!
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It may be no different that we are an importing nation. This is an addendum to the above without controversy, but our importation is selective. Unfortunately, although we imported the "microphones" and their accessories, we have not yet eliminated the culture of the Okaz market.

Take for example the trendy cafes we imported from the West, where there is a haven for the fugitives from the hustle of cities to the space of tranquility and reading and creativity, while we have turned to clubs for Samar and follow the matches and the exchange of loud conversations. He also compared the means of mass transportation in which the employee tracks his work and the student's study, and the means of transportation, which are often unable to read or sleep because of noise.

It is also impossible to work in an environment in which dozens of employees are involved without applying a rule of "your voice." Otherwise, our institutions will move to the Okaz market whenever two colleagues talk to ease the pressure or work for a colleague. A women's dialogue on the phone.

The comparison with the West may not always be fair. There is also a hustle in their councils, but "a nation and an antagonism of your voice" is first committed to this literature, but is commanded to educate its children on the commandment of Luqman for his son.

Perhaps many Western philosophers and writers have recorded their suffering with the hustle, especially those introversion driven by the power of introspection to isolation. But Virginia Woolf did not find enough in her introspection to salvation, until the author of "One Room Alone" decided to commit suicide at the bottom of the river.

As for the sheikh of literature we have on Tantawi and we inherited some of his suffering with the hustle and his people, where he devoted pages of his memoirs to describe the burdens of his council, and to document the torment that he spent whenever his neighbor insisted on sharing the neighborhood with the evenings of singing with Umm Kulthum. What would he write? Experience life and work in the aspects of our modern life?

In conclusion, I recall the complaint of an old man who spent his life abroad in Europe, and then retired to his homeland, looking hard for the preacher of Friday preaching without screaming, and the strange that he did not find his question only when a whispering whispering Sheikh, not only because he has cancer of the throat!