There were no Palestinians in Israel 200 years ago; Arabs began to appear in Israel after Zionist Jews began to settle there. Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol - 1848. From a letter to Zhukovsky (02/28/1850), in which Gogol describes his impressions of his pilgrimage to Palestine: Noting that in ancient times it was “possibly” a flourishing country, Gogol writes: “but now, when it is rare, rare to see five or six olive trees along the entire slope of the mountain, the color of their land is as grayish and dusty as the most the rocks of the mountains, when only a thin layer of moss and patchy patches of grass turn green in the middle of this naked, uneven field of stones, and after some five or six hours of travel you come across an Arab’s hut somewhere stuck to the mountain, more like a clay pot, a stove , an animal burrow than a human dwelling - how can you recognize the land of milk and honey in such a place? Imagine, in the midst of such desolation, Jerusalem, Bethlehem and all the eastern cities, looking like randomly stacked piles of stones and bricks; imagine the Jordan, skinny in the middle of the naked mountainous surroundings, here and there overshadowed by small willow bushes; imagine in the midst of such desolation at the feet of Jerusalem the valley of Jehoshaphat with several stones and grottoes, as if the tombs of the kings of Judah.” “Really, I don’t know what I can tell you about Palestine that would lead you to beneficial thoughts and encourage you to take up your pen and your poem with inspiration.” Mark Twain - 1867. "Simps Abroad" Palestine can rightfully be considered a queen among lands whose very appearance causes despondency. Its mountains are barren and ugly, their colors are dull. The valleys are unsightly deserts with stunted vegetation, which emanates melancholy and squalor. The Dead Sea and the Sea of Galilee sleepily numb among the deserted mountains and plains, where there is nothing to rest the eye on - there is nothing bright or striking here, there are no gentle landscapes dormant in a purple haze or dotted with the shadows of clouds floating in the sky. All cutting outlines, all lines are clear; there is no perspective here - in the distance everything is just as devoid of charm as up close. A joyless, gloomy and mournful land. However, some of its shreds and shreds must be beautiful in the bloom of spring - all the more beautiful since they are surrounded on all sides by a bare desert, which has no end or edge. I would very much like to see the banks of the Jordan in the spring, and Shechem too, and Ezdrilon, and Aijalon, and the shores of the Sea of Galilee - but even in the spring they would all seem like just toy gardens, planted far from each other in the endless desert. Palestine is a deserted and unsightly land... Palestine no longer belongs to our everyday life; prosaic world. It is given over to poetry and legends - it is a land of dreams.
فنانين بكل معنا الكليمة في هاذا ك الزمان كانو كي يسمعو الفن الجزائري أو الراي يقولو واش هاذا الفن .الحمد لله انو شباب ذاك الزمان أثبت وجودهم رغم أنف الغيرين 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
اكبر غلطة في تاريخك الفني . أنك تواضعت وتعاملت مع المغنيين العرب وقيمتهم . عندما كنت في العالمية كانو جيرانهم لا يعرفوهم ووصل بهم الامر يحاولوا ينقصرو من قيمتك الفنية
ما شاءلله على الفن الجزائري، اصبح عالمي، ليسا بسبب خالد، بل العديد من الفنانين، مثل دحمان الحراشي، بيلال، حسني، مامي، الهواري بن شنات، طه، ادير، والقائمة طويلة ❤🇩🇿
