Salah Al-Saadani… Season of migration to heaven…
By Abdul Ghani Karamallah
Farewell is bitter, in my personal opinion. I do not consider the critics, even the smart ones among them. They have their own ways, and I have mine. Rather, my heart has its own innate standards and automatic tendencies, so my heart sets up its heroes, including, for example, Karima Mukhtar, Al-Muji, Hassan Mustafa and Saeed Saleh. I love them. I feel an inexplicable ecstasy and pleasure when watching them, the wavy eyes and the movements of his hands, and his long jaw, Hassan Mustafa’s hairs as he sticks them to his bald neck every now and then, and his (defeated) appearance, the tenderness of Karima Mukhtar and her hoarse voice, but Saeed Saleh is a whole world alone.
As for my older brother, Salah Al-Saadani, I felt like he was my older brother, nothing less and nothing more. I tried to find a relationship between him and my older brother, his soul, his voice, his features, between the identity of the authentic villager and the virtues of civilization, and the charisma of his presence on the screen when he was a simple farmer or a bully, a mayor, you love him and you hate him with beautiful sincerity…
We lived through the beautiful time, adolescence and early youth, when Khartoum was without guardianship and without one has to lurk over his clothes and footsteps, beautiful, clean, and tolerant of all patterns of individual behavior and the diversity and color of fashion. Faces were happy, blessings of free education, as well as treatment and support for basic commodities, electricity and water, before the privatization of all things. In the time of the foolish palm tree (I hinged my shadow on my body), and not (it did not rain on me or on my land, clouds that did not include the land).
At this time, there is free time, and plenty of time, the school is close, the roads are quiet, all the families sit in the courtyard, after drinking Moroccan carp tea and preparing to watch the series, all of Khartoum, so the morning finds a common denominator between all the students of the class to discuss the series before going to school. The hands of “Saba Channel” and waiting for the evening patiently, to find out the conclusion of what happened at the end of the episode of yesterday, are dissipated, just like the “directors”, in arousing anticipation for the end of the episode, and for the next episode, so each of us soars in imagining what is happening.
At this time, I loved my older brother, Salah Al-Saadani, and among them, in my beautiful admiration and gratitude, were Nour Al-Sharif, Mahmoud Yassin, Mahmoud Abdel Aziz, “the arrangement is intended” and many others.
Goodbye, our adolescence hero and hearts, this is the season of farewell, from homes and homelands…
May your soul rest in peace.
