<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Music on The Smoking Duck Blog</title><link>https://blog.aabouzied.com/blog/music/</link><description>Recent content in Music on The Smoking Duck Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-US</language><copyright>Copyright © 2021, Ahmed Abouzied.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 23:44:55 +0200</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.aabouzied.com/blog/music/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>It's windows all over (a song)</title><link>https://blog.aabouzied.com/its-windows-all-over-a-song/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.aabouzied.com/its-windows-all-over-a-song/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="the-song"&gt;The song&lt;/h2&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="https://youtu.be/WEjqxOinvdg"&gt;nice song&lt;/a&gt; is called &amp;ldquo;Shababeik&amp;rdquo; which means windows.&#10;Sung by &lt;a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohamed_Mounir"&gt;Mohamed Mounir&lt;/a&gt;. The poet&#10;Magdy Naguib thought about it while he was politically imprisoned for opposing&#10;the controversial yet widely influencial Egyptian president&#10;&lt;a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamal_Abdel_Nasser"&gt;Nasser&lt;/a&gt; who ruled from&#10;1954 till 1962. The poet was deeply affected by being imprisoned with no trial as&#10;a form of political tyranny. Although he was a supporter of Nasser and just wanted&#10;to express opinion, he was still falsly imprisoned.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>On the memory of a song</title><link>https://blog.aabouzied.com/on-the-memory-of-a-song/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2021 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.aabouzied.com/on-the-memory-of-a-song/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="the-song"&gt;The song&lt;/h2&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;A few years ago, I used to listen to the song &amp;ldquo;Comme Moi&amp;rdquo; by Edit Piaf a lot. I had it playing on a loop. I was living in a rented apartment with a flatmate that I met by mere coincidence, but he became one of the closest friends I&amp;rsquo;ve ever had. I was committed to a healthy lifestyle then. I paid daily visits to a nearby gym. The coach was a very peculiar man. Short, bulky, and with a strange voice, he gave a fun aspect to gym visits. He had very sharp and strange opinions. Very fanatic about football, he used to yell in a funny way at the players on the TV while we exercised, making us all drop the weights and laugh deeply.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>