2023-09-04 06:41:26
Perhaps what hurts a person the most, the limit of oppression, is the moment of loss, and this loss “death” is the moment of truth that must confront every person on the face of this earth, and there is no doubt that I did not come up with anything new regarding this point, but the moment of truth is the wound that digs in The soul is so deep that words flow on the tongue torrents of pain, especially if this loss is immersed in alienation, so that loss becomes two losses and death becomes two deaths.
The beautiful Iraqi poet Karim al-Iraqi wounded the bleeding Iraq. Yesterday, the first of September 2023, he bid farewell to us, and delivered the soul to its innocence following long suffering with cancer. Thus, the Arab literary scene in general and the Iraqi one in particular lost a distinguished poetic voice and a remarkable presence through poems that exude transparent nostalgia and honesty. The emotional one that the listener and reader feel almost touches with his hands due to the intensity of his influence and the strength of his emotional presence.
This beautiful poet carried his country, Iraq, in the core of his soul, and wrapped the globe with him from country to country and from one bank to the other, so the bleeding wound of Iraq and his nostalgic voice were like the music of Nineveh sprouting from the earth, so read with me these two wonderful verses from a beautiful poem that talks regarding the siege he imposed The American on Iraq following the 1991 war, to realize the extent of this man’s clear poeticism in the depth and strength of the impact of his words on the reader or listener:
Remember whenever you pray at night
Millions eat the rock for bread
On the Jarrah Bridge, she walked and walked
She wears her skin and dies of consolation
Poet, writer and journalist Karim Odeh al-Iraqi was born in Baghdad in February 1955. He holds a diploma in psychology and children’s music from the Teachers Institute in Baghdad. He worked as a teacher in Baghdad schools for years, then as a supervisor specializing in writing school operas.
He began writing and publishing since he was a student in elementary school in several Iraqi magazines, including: Al Motafarrej Magazine, Al Rased, Radio and Television, Ibn Al Balad, Workers’ Awareness, and Al Shabab Magazine. With culture and literature since his early childhood.
Perhaps the most important aspect in the life of the poet Karim al-Iraqi, may God have mercy on him, is his early talent in popular poetry, which made him the destination of famous Iraqi singers, so he wrote many beautiful songs for these famous singers such as Saadoun Jaber, Salah Abdel Ghafour, Kazem El-Saher and many other Iraqis or Arab artists from Arab countries The other, and perhaps I can claim that my generation was immersed to the point of infatuation with the song “Oh my mother, oh mother of the wafa” that Saadoun Jaber sang with his melodious voice.
The genius of our poet, may God have mercy on him, did not stop at popular poetry and writing songs only, but went beyond that to eloquent poetry, so he wrote poems no less wonderful and influential than that. It is as if he writes with the ink of his heart and soul, and perhaps the alienation that his circumstances imposed on him so he moved away from the pastures of his childhood and youth, and this alienation coincided with great tragedies and great suffering since the nineties of the last century for a great country like Iraq, which ended with its occupation by the Americans and its handover to the historical enemy of the Iraqi people, Iran All of this made Karim al-Iraqi’s poem ooze blood from the mouths of its letters:
The sun is my sun and Iraq is Iraqi
What changed the intruders from my morals
I have been wearing my helmet since the dawn of the earth
And the commandment of the poor is beyond my scope
My destiny is that all wars come to me
Crazy trying to pull my ties
I am the beautiful Babylonian Sumerian
My hand was the lover’s harp
And all the ages allied to kill me
So I angered her with my creative coherence
My birds fled when their safety was lost
Like a tree without leaves
As if Iraq whispered to me
Sorrow annihilates, and your glory remains
He also says:
The people of Iraq are their drink of grief
Even singing is weeping if they repent
All countries have a place in their grief
Except for Iraq, so there is no relief in its grief
Perhaps as a follower of the cultural and poetic affairs in particular, and one of the admirers of our poet, may God have mercy on him, I find myself compelled here to be frank, and say that despite my great admiration for the eloquent poetry of Karim al-Iraqi, I blame him for his lack of interest in the aspect of poetic meter in some of his poems. Here or increased here or saturate an insatiable letter in order to straighten the weight, and this is taken upon him, and is considered a defect in his poetic experience, as he had to review, proofread and correct what he writes until he comes out in the best way, so read to him, for example, these two verses in which it is not hidden from the specialist that the poet He broke the meter in the first part of them by using a verb that is not from the simple sea on which these two verses were written, and I put a different color in place of the defect:
A verse of poetry that amazed me with its magnificence
cushioned the heart since it was written by the pen
It became my motto and motivated me to honor it
Twenty houses have a similar rule
Perhaps this does not negate the poet’s poeticness and his superior ability to influence his readers. Despite these disadvantages, he possesses a distinguished poetic soul, and this is evident from the volume of epithets that called him, especially since many of them were from writers and poets who had their place in the literary arena. Something, it clearly indicates the status of the poet Karim al-Iraqi in the hearts of his fans and readers.
May God have mercy on the beautiful poet Karim Al-Iraqi, and may he rest in peace.
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