#ain diab

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Rugged shoreline and beach in Ain Diab, Morocco

French vintage postcard

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Random Real Thoroughbred: AIN DIAB

AIN DIAB is a gelding born in France in 2000. By CADOUBEL out of APOONA. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/ain+diab

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Equipement privé à Ain Diab

L'équipement privé que je vous présente est un joyau architectural offrant à ses visiteurs un cadre de vie unique et exceptionnel. Doté d'un petit centre commercial interne, cet équipement offre à ses habitants la possibilité de profiter de tous les services et commerces à quelques pas de chez eux.

Mais ce n'est pas tout, l'équipement privé possède également un Rooftop à couper le souffle, offrant une vue imprenable sur la mer.

Chaque détail architectural de cet équipement a été pensé pour offrir un cadre de vie luxueux et confortable à ses visiteurs. Des espaces lumineux, des matériaux de qualité et des finitions haut de gamme font de cet équipement un lieu d'exception où il fait bon vivre.

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Habibi, ya nour el-ain

Please read the request here! It will explain a lot :) ((Almost everything in this one shot was specified by the requester))

Summary: Daryl defends arab!reader from the discrimination of an old smelly asshole.

18+ MDNI || Warnings: profanity, TWD typical violence, prejudice and islamophobia

Note: I hope I did this justice and represented Morocco & arab culture respectfully and accurately! I feel so honored you trusted me with this anon, and I hope you'll correct any inaccuracies or mistakes. I did a lot of reading on Morocco and different aspects of arabic cultures while writing this. As for translations, please feel free to correct those if need be, a lot of them were from google!

        You hadn't been able to indulge in your own culture in so long. You were starting to fear you'd slowly lose touch with all these things that moulded you into the person you had become. You'd often speak to yourself quietly in arabic just to maintain that connection.

        As you were walking through the house, cleaning up random messes left from daily activities, you mumbled, "Yajib ealaa alnaas hqan 'an yunazifuu 'anfusahum.." ((People really should clean up after themselves..)) 

        "Yal tatakalam alearabiatu?" (You speak arabic?)) A voice startled you from behind.

        "Oh, Siddiq, yes I do." You smiled bashfully. He was there to find Daryl.

        "I didn't know you were arab." He admitted.

        "I am." You nodded. 

        "Hal ant musliman?"  ((Are you muslim?)) He asked.

        "'Ana kadhalika, 'iidha kan hadha mhman baed alan." ((Yes I am, if that matters anymore.)) You lamented. You were admittedly feeling very sad and homesick lately. At home, in Morocco, you missed the vibrant culture and traditional cuisines. You'd often think about the bright and colorful architecture back home when you stared at the dull copy and paste buildings you had seen all over the states. Most of all, you missed the music. Music in general, yes, but your music was what you longed for the most. 

        "Bialtabe yahmi. Anah maant ealayhi." ((Of course it matters. It is who you are.)) Siddiq comforted, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Qul lay, min 'ayn 'anti?" ((Tell me, where are you from?))

        "Ana min almaghrib." ((I'm from Morocco.))

        That was about the time you noticed Daryl standing by the front door, blinking blankly at the scene before him. Of course he knew you were arab. He loved listening to you talk about your family when it wasn't too painful to bring up. You always looked so happy to think about it. But, somehow, he had no idea you spoke arabic. After all, he never heard you.

        "Oh, Daryl! Hey!" You chuckled nervously.

        "Hey." He gruffed. "Watcha doin'?" He gestured to you and Siddiq.

        "We were just excited to speak our mother tongue to someone else." Siddiq explained. "I haven't spoken arabic to anyone since the last time I saw my mother."

        "I didn't know." Daryl said. "That you could.." He tried to clarify.

        "I know." You smiled softly. "I would have told you but I guess it just never came up."

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        Daryl and Siddiq had both left later that morning to go on a run. A younger couple was set to get married that day. You spent most of your time trying to set up decorations while the other women worked to bake goods and set out trays of food. You chuckled softly as Eugene mumbled with aggravation over in the corner, trying to fix up an old radio so the wedding could have music.

        Those who went on the run were supposed to bring back some CDs and anything else to make the wedding feel like a celebration. You couldn't wait to hear some music again, aside from the weird CDs that were in the vehicles.

        Once you were satisfied with what little you had to decorate, you stepped back to admire your work. You arranged flowers on tables and wove them through the arch that you and Michonne built together. You even made a flower crown for the bride.

        You hoped the guys could bring back some streamers or table cloths or anything that would tie it all together. You recalled your sister's wedding back home. The dancing, the decor, the music and laughter, the food and family. You wished you could go back there, if only for one night.

        "They're back!" Someone called as they pulled the gate open. The car rolled in and you rushed over to see what kind of loot they found. To your liking, there were white streamers and table clothes, just as you hoped. There were also some vases for more flower arrangements, party hats, and fake flower petals to scatter for the bride. You bounced with joy. 

        "These are perfect!" You doted, crowding everything into your arms and hurrying over to where you'd all be holding the ceremony. Daryl chuckled and shook his head.

        "Weddings really are for the girls." He commented. Siddiq smiled.

        "Yeah, well, weddings were truly an experience where she's from. Arab weddings in general are very sacred and extravagant." 

        "Mm." Daryl hummed thoughtfully. He was starting to realize how little he had known about your culture. He reasoned he'd have to ask more questions.

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        The ceremony had been a success. The bride and groom were enamoured with each other, the bride specifically couldn't stop thanking you for all your hard work with the floral arrangements and decorations. You didn't mind at all. You were happy to be apart of something so beautiful.

        After the ceremony was when the real party started. Aged wines, homemade meads, and baked treats made their rounds to everyone. Eugene got the radio fixed and music filled the air, only muffled by laughter and chatter as you all danced.

        You paused when a familiar tune hit your ears. Daryl, who was watching from his seat with a drink in hand, noticed your change in demeanor immediately. You were so full of joy all night, but this was something different. Something inside you had awoken, like your soul had been rejuvenated. 

        Your eyes scanned the crowd, wondering how this song made it into the mix. When your eyes landed on Siddiq, he flashed a knowing grin and winked. Your lips spread into a cheeky smile,  elated as you began to dance and sing. You lit up the crowd in that moment. Many eyes fell upon you, enamoured by your effortless movements. Your hips moved fluidly, your feet found an easy rhythm, and your body followed suit. The few other arabs in the community joined you shortly after. 

        Daryl couldn't take his eyes off of you. He briefly thought back on his past, and how ignorant he was raised to be. He wondered how anyone could think that way now, when the people around the world were so diverse and beautiful. Not you, though. Beautiful was an understatement. He had never seen anyone so radiant and lovely.

        Your gaze met his as you danced. He involuntarily smiled, eyes glistening with admiration. You sang the lyrics out loud as your vision was glued to the blue orbs behind his strings of hair.

        “Agmal a’ouyoun filkone ana shouftaha..."

        He had no idea what it meant but you did, and it fit him perfectly.

        "Allah a’alake allah a’la sihraha."

        You ripped your eyes away and spun around, noticing Michonne and Rosita having drinks and joining the dance. You rushed over to them and tied scarves around their hips.

        "It's only right if you're going to dance!" You giggled as you danced with them. The three of you laughed as you taught them how to belly dance.

        Daryl's attention was ripped away as another man sat by him. He was fairly new to the community. Daryl never liked him but given the event of the night, he mistakenly decided to be cordial. He was always greasy and had a permanent scowl on his face. He hadn't even cleaned up for the wedding.

        "Now, tell me boy.. The hell's a man like you doin' with a girl like that?" The man spoke. Daryl could smell the alcohol on his breath. He shifted uncomfortably, reminding himself that he didn't want to ruin the night.

        "Dunno." He shrugged. "Got lucky, I guess."

        "Pfft." The man scoffed. "I'm sayin' ya should find yourself a nice girl. A god fearing, American, christian woman. One with morals."

        Daryl raised an eyebrow. He could feel a heat in his chest. Rather than lunge at the man, he decided to defend you calmly.

        "Girl's got more morals than half these people combined." He said as he sipped his drink.

        "That girl ain't got nothin' if she ain't got Jesus. She's from the dessert. She probably came over here with bombs! She's a terrorist--"

        The man didn't get to finish his sentence before Daryl's fist flew, knocking the man out of his seat. Daryl stood up over him, ready to land a few kicks when everyone gasped. The music stopped as you rushed over to hold your love back.

        "Daryl.." You said softly. You heard the man, as most people nearby did, but you tried to ignore it. You were an arab in a post-9/11 America. You were fairly used to the propaganda and islamophobia, but it still hurt. 

        Daryl's chest heaved with rage. His fists clenched. 

        "Daryl, let's just go." You pleaded softly, noticing all the eyes on the three of you.

        After some time to calm his rage, he took a breath. He spit on the man below him, who cowered from Daryl's wrath.

        "My girl's a better person than you could ever dream of bein', you ignorant old fuck." He growled. He crouched down and grabbed the man's collar, bringing him close to ensure he understood his next words very clearly. "If you ever disrespect her again.. You so much as breathe too hard in her direction.. I'll kill you, and it'll be slow. I'll cut off your hands and feet and throw ya to the walkers." He growled.

        With that, he dropped the man on his back, stood up, and took your hand, leading you back to the house.

        "Daryl, you didn't have to--"

        "Nah. That shit ain't gon' fly. He had to learn." Daryl cut you short, still seething.

        You sniffled. Not only were you embarrassed and guilty for causing a scene at someone's wedding, but for someone to be so cruel and ruin such a happy moment for you was discouraging. You only wanted to share your culture with your friends and family and enjoy the night.

        Back home, after you had showered and climbed in bed, Daryl asked; "What was that song about? The one you were singin' to me."

        "Oh.." You smiled sadly. "It's called Nour el Ein. In english it's Glow in My Eyes."

        "What about that part you were singin'?"

        “Agmal a’ouyoun filkone ana shouftaha... The most beautiful eyes I ever saw in this universe." You recalled. "Allah a’alake allah a’la sihraha.. God be with you, what magic eyes."

        "Oh." Was all he could say. He thought back to all those times you told him he had beautiful eyes.

        He blinked back the wateriness in his eyes. He didn't feel like he was going to cry, but finding out what you were really saying to him was a surge of emotion he couldn't quite discern. He brushed his hand through your hair, feeling angry still that some old man ruined such a sweet moment.

        "Don't pay no mind to that asshole." He said softly. "I can still kill him, if ya want."

        You huffed a sad laugh.        

        "It's just... Morocco is so beautiful. My people, they're the most kind, friendly, hospitable people in the world. Back home, we loved to show off our culture. We're proud of who we are. But it hurts when people think of us as monsters and dehumanize us just because they don't understand us or because of the actions of people who don't represent all of us." You explained, sniffling back tears.

        "I get it." He listened. "He don't represent everyone, either. He's just one asshole in a whole community full o' people who love and adore ya."

        He leaned over and planted a kiss on your nose, eliciting a giggle.

        "Get some sleep, habibi." He whispered. You blinked.

        "How did you--"

        "Shh. I love you. G'night." He smirked, still brushing fingers through your hair. He silently thanked Siddiq for the mini arabic lesson on their run earlier that day.

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12 Days Tour from Casablanca: Unforgettable Moroccan Adventure

I'm thrilled to embark on a mesmerizing 12-day journey through the enchanting landscapes and vibrant culture of Morocco with our meticulously crafted 12 days Morocco tour from Casablanca. I'm excited to immerse myself in the rich history and breathtaking beauty of this North African gem as I explore a diverse range of destinations, each offering a unique and unforgettable experience.

Upon arrival at Mohamed V International Airport of Casablanca, I'll be greeted by my private driver/guide before driving to the city center where I'll visit the impressive Hassan II Mosque, the largest mosque in the Islamic World. I'll then enjoy a scenic drive along the paved Corniche of Ain Diab and a visit to the iconic Rick’s Cafe before heading to my hotel where I'll spend my first night.

After breakfast, our 12 days Morocco tour from Casablanca will take me to the blue city of Chefchaouen through the city of Rabat, the official capital of Morocco & home of the king. I'll visit the Udaya Kasbah and meander around its charming streets, then the dramatic Hassan II Tower and the nearby Mohammed V Mausoleum. Later, I'll continue on the track to Chefchaouen by driving through the fertile plain of Gharb and Ouazzane. I'll arrive in Chefchaouen in the evening and overnight in a comfortable hotel/Riad.

Today, I'll devote the day to exploring the best of Chefchaouen. My tour may begin at the strategic Utta el-Hammam, visit the nearby Kasbah (fortress), which was built by Moulay Ali Ibn Rashid to fight against the Portuguese and the Spanish invaders. I'll get lost in the beautiful streets of Chefchaouen while absorbing the local culture before getting to the Ras el-Ma Spring, which offers breathtaking views. I may want to include a hike uphill to get a complete view of the Medina before returning to the Square where I can enjoy a meal or a drink while watching the locals.

After having breakfast in my hotel/Riad in Chefchaouen, our 12 days Morocco tour from Casablanca will take me south through the spectacular Rif Mountains. I'll have a guided tour of the Roman Ruins of Volubilis, then visit the former imperial city of Meknes. I'll start my tour of Meknes from the impressive Bab Mansour, the el-Hedim Square, the Moulay Ismail Mausoleum, the stables, and granaries before continuing on the track to Fes through the highway.

Today, I'll explore the mysterious city of Fes with a local tour guide. I'll begin with a drive uphill to enjoy the panoramic view of the Fes el-Bali (oldest Fes), which is listed by UNESCO as a world heritage site. After taking pictures by the golden gates of the Royal Palace and stretching my legs in the Mellah (former Jewish Quarter), I'll get into the heart of the Medina with its bustling cafes, and countless alleyways that are shrouded in mystery. I'll pass by the Mederasas (Koranic Schools), and museums, visit the Chouara tanneries, and then the Souks before being escorted to my Riad/hotel in the late afternoon.

After having breakfast in my hotel/Riad in the Merzouga desert, I'll spend the first half-day exploring the desert area. I'll learn about the traditional system of irrigation called “Khettaras”, then have a session of spiritual music known as Gnawa in the Khamlia Village. I'll have a complete tour around the dunes of Erg Chebbi to make a visit to a local nomad family offering an opportunity to learn about their unique style of life. After lunch, I'll have a camel ride experience while watching the breathtaking view of the sunset before getting to the luxury desert camp where I'll have a delicious meal for dinner in a romantic setting.

Early wake up in the morning, I'll attend to the miraculous view of the sunrise, then enjoy a refreshing breakfast. Our 12 days Morocco tour of Morocco will lead me to the Dades Valley through the Todra Gorges (canyons) where I may want to stretch my legs while enjoying the stunning views. I'll arrive in the Dades Valley in the late afternoon, where I'll spend my eighth night in a comfortable hotel/Riad.

Today, I'll head to Marrakech after visiting the local Atlas Film Studios that have turned the region into a backdrop for filmmakers such as Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven, Lawrence of Arabia, Prince of Persia, and many others. Later, I'll have a tour around the dramatic & UNESCO-listed Ait Benhaddou Village with its striking Kasbahs. I'll drive through the spectacular Atlas Mountains over the Tizi n’Tichka Pass (2260 m). I'll arrive in Marrakech in the late afternoon.

After breakfast, I'll explore Marrakech with a local tour guide. I'll drive through the Ville Nouvelle to the botanical gardens of Majorelle, then have a guided walking tour of the Medina from the Koutoubia Mosque, which was built in the 12th century by the Almohad dynasty. I'll visit the 15th-century Saadian Tombs with their geometric designs, then the Bahia Palace before getting into the heart of the Medina where I can visit the vibrant Souks, which are divided into sections. End of the guided tour of Marrakech at the Jemaa el-Fna Square (the focal point of Marrakech).

Following our 12 days tour from Casablanca after having breakfast. We will head towards Essaouira in the west. Along the way, we will take breaks to see the Argan tree goats and admire the scenic views. Essaouira, previously known as Mogador, is a significant coastal city in Morocco that we will reach. Here, we will explore the fishing spot, the historical ramparts with canons, and the old medina. Finally, we will transfer me to my hotel where I can spend the night in Essaouira.

Depending on my flight schedule, I'll drive either to the airport of Marrakech or Casablanca where I'll be assisted with my departure hoping I go back home with memorable experiences. End of the tour from Casablanca.

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عمرو دياب - " Shokran - Amr Diab (Mısır country egypt World Music) ✩ Rhy...  Ayrıcalıklardan yararlanmak için bu kanala katılın: ( Join this channel to enjoy privileges.) ✩ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqm-5vmc2L6oFZ1vo2Fz3JQ/join Şarkının Orijinal Versiyonunu Linkten Dinleyip Ritim Karaokesiyle Çalışabilirsiniz. ✩  https://youtu.be/Gj9pj3-M-eE Aykut ilter Ritim Karaoke Kanalıma Abone Olun Beğenip Paylaşın. عمرو دياب - " Shokran - Amr Diab (Mısır country egypt World Music) ✩ Rhythm Karaoke Original Traffic في لحظة عايزة اللي يعدل ميلك، ويسند يشيلك في وسط زحمة حياته يجيلك يوصل في ثانية.. يسبق بخطوة يحميك بقوة.. مالكش إلا هو في حد لما تخبط هيفتح يقابلك ويفرح من قلبه عايز يشوفك بتنجح يساعدك بفكرة.. معاك خطوة خطوة ده ماسابكش مرة.. أمبارح وبكرة في حياتنا ناس هما الأساس ثابتين معانا مهما أيه يجرى في حياتنا ناس هما الأساس حقيقي شكراً من هنا لبكرة دايماً في ضهري ده صاحب عمري ده كنز ده رزق ده طوق نجاه بيرد غيبتي لو جابوا سيرتي، ومفيش حد بيفرق معاه بتجيلي فكرة بتطق فجأة.. هي المكالمة فيقولي يالا في حياتنا ناس هما الأساس ثابتين معانا مهما أيه يجرى في حياتنا ناس هما الأساس حقيقي شكراً من هنا لبكرة أنا في الدلع دايماً سايقها بقلقها ياما نشفت ريقها طلعت عينها الله يعينها ده مفيش كلام يوصف حنانها واقفة دايماً جنب مني شجعتني صدقتني سندتني ماوقعتش في يوم فيها قوة بتبني فيا والنجاح بسببها هي كله كوم وحبيبتي كوم في حياتنا ناس هما الأساس ثابتين معانا مهما أيه يجرى في حياتنا ناس هما الأساس حقيقي شكراً من هنا لبكرة Amr Diab Article Talk Read Edit View history Tools From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia This biography of a living person needs additional citations for verification. Please help by adding reliable sources. Contentious material about living persons that is unsourced or poorly sourced must be removed immediately from the article and its talk page, especially if potentially libelous. Find sources: "Amr Diab" – news · newspapers · books · scholar · JSTOR (November 2013) (Learn how and when to remove this template message) Amr Diab عمرو دياب Diab in 2009 Born Amr Abdel Basset Abdel Azeez Diab عمرو عبد الباسط عبد العزيز دياب 11 October 1961 (age 62) Port Said, Egypt Other names El Hadaba ("The Plateau", "The Hill") Occupations Singercomposeractor Years active 1983–present Musical career Genres Egyptian popDance-popKhaliji Instruments Vocalsguitaroudpiano Labels Delta Sound (1984–1998)Alam El Phan (1996–2003)Rotana (2004–2015)Nay for Media (2016–present) Website amrdiab.net Amr Abdel Basset Abdel Azeez Diab (Arabic: عمرو عبد الباسط عبد العزيز دياب, IPA: [ˈʕɑmɾe deˈjæːb]; born 11 October 1961) is an Egyptian singer, composer and actor.[1] He has established himself as a globally acclaimed recording artist and author.[2] He is a Guinness World Record holder, the best selling Middle Eastern artist, a seven-times winner of World Music Awards and five-times winner of Platinum Records.[2] Early life Diab was born as Amr Abdel Basset Abdel Azeez Diab (Arabic: عمرو عبد الباسط عبد العزيز دياب) on 11 October 1961 in Port Said[3] to a middle-class Muslim family from the Egyptian countryside of Menia Elamh, in Sharqia Governorate, Egypt. Diab graduated with a bachelor's degree in music from the Cairo Academy of Arts in 1986.[4] Music career Diab released his first album entitled Ya Tareeq in 1983. Diab's second album, Ghanny Men Albak (1984), was the first of a series of records he released with Delta Sound; including Hala Hala (1986), Khalseen (1987), and Mayyal (1988), with the title track becoming one of the top 10 songs in the world at the time[citation needed]. His later releases include Shawa'na (1989), Matkhafesh (1990), Habibi (1991), Ayyamna (1992), Ya Omrena (1993), Weylomony (1994), and Rag'een (1995). By 1992, he became the first Egyptian and Middle Eastern artist to start making high-tech music videos.[5] In 1996, Diab released his first album with Alam El Phan entitled Nour El Ain, and he won the World Music Award for the first time, which proved an international success and gained Diab recognition beyond the Arabic-speaking world. Diab recorded four more albums with Alam El Phan, including Amarain (1999). Diab also collaborated with Khaled (on the song "Alby") and with Angela Dimitriou (on the song "Bahebak Aktar"). According to research by Michael Frishkopf, he has created a style in the song "Nour El Ain", termed as "Mediterranean music", a blend of Western and Egyptian rhythms.[5] In the summer of 2004, Diab, having left Alam El Phan, released his first album with Rotana Records, Leily Nahary, which he followed up with the hugely successful Kammel Kalamak (2005), and El Lilady (2007). Wayah was released for sale on the internet on 27 June 2009; however, the album was leaked online and was downloaded illegally amid complaints of slow download speed on the official site. Diab's fans initiated a massive boycott of the sites with the illegal copies.[6] On 18 October 2009, Diab won four 2009 African Music Awards in the categories of best artist, album, vocalist and song for "Wayah"; Diab had been nominated by the Big Apple Music Awards.[7]

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De la station du tram avec Malak allant à Ain Diab ramadan mars 2024

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"Diab is known as the "father of Mediterranean music".[12] David Cooper and Kevin Dawe refer to his music as "the new breed of Mediterranean music".[13] According to author Michael Frishkopf, Diab has produced a new concept of Mediterranean music, especially with his international hit, "Nour El Ain".[5] Moreover, Diab is known as a composer, having composed more than 97 of his own songs."

Not a new concept it just kinda sounds like eGYPSYan music

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7 juillet 2020(2)

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اجمل عيون في الكون انا شوفتها 🎶🖤

Listen to Amr Diab - Habibi Ya Nour El Ain by Thiara Misky Farias on #SoundCloud

https://soundcloud.com/thiara-misky-farias/amr-diab-habibi-ya-nour-el-ain?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0&si=17d2706494da489c9e8efc8bd4efbf13&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

اخيرا حد هنا بيسمع عمرو دياب ♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Ya Nour El Ain By Hafiz Habib Qadri Official music video for the albums title track “Ya Nour El Ein" featuring Maya Diab & French Montana massari ya nour el ein,maya diab,massari,ya nour el ein,Habibi Ya Nour el-ain Arabic to English translation|Amr Diab,Nour El Ein - Amr Diab نور العين

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOHxeo2QhUA

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Phil Hill drives past the camera at the street course at Casablanca. FIA Formula One World Championship, Ain-Diab Circuit, 1958 Moroccan Grand Prix

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Noor el Ain is more than 20 years old but it sounds like it could’ve been released yesterday. Amr Diab is the blueprint

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Megarama Cinema

I took these pictures on the 30th of October while i was going to watch the movie "Joker" in Megarama cinema in Ain Diab Bd de la corniche, Casablanca 20050, Morocco.

🎞️ Description : The picture on the left showcases a bunch of movie posters and most are Hollywood movies mainly (Joker, Maleficent, It, Angry Birds, Terminator, Zombieland, The Lion King, Shaun The Sheep...) these movies are all in the same movie theater, Megarama, as shown in the picture on the right.

🎞️ Reflection : The movie industry has been a main platform of mass media since the beginning of the 20th century. The role of films and movies is basically to entertain people through visual storytelling which aspires to imitate reality and may send implicit ideas, or sell products and lifestyles through it. Hollywood has a huge impact on the population of the world as a whole. And in Morocco specifically most of the teenagers are more into American movies than any other movies. If you go to the cinema you will find that the fullest cinema rooms would be the ones playing Hollywood movies compared to the other rooms who are playing any kind of other movie. If you ask people on the street, everybody knows who Leonardo DiCaprio is, and who Angelina Jolie is. They know Titanic, they know Avatar, they would basically know all blockbuster movies in Hollywood. And that affects their taste, their peronality, their entourage and so on. The cinematography culture is growing rapidly in Morocco, and citizens are starting to go to the movies for a fun sunday night, or majoring in the film industry dreaming of working in Hollywood one day, so the display of movies in posters or billboards in our streets or social media or in the cinema is impacting the crowds daily and leaving a print on them wether they sense it or not.

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My Gilmore playlist has been a long labor of love, but its starting to look like it will be a never-ending one, because I just can’t stop adding things and then second guessing them...so I’m going to publish it as is and stop worrying about it. (New songs may be continuously added as I discover them.)

The link above goes to Spotify- you can find the complete list of songs, with YouTube links and my notes, under the cut!

Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat

Starting it off with some gay British synth-pop from the 80s! Sometimes you just gotta move to a continent your parents don’t live on, you know?

Train by Neyla Pekarek

Here’s a slightly more upbeat interpretation of leaving home, since its hard to choose emotional beats when we know so very little about Gilmore’s early years. 

Buenos Aires from Evita, sung by Madonna

Either way, we know that when he finally did find somewhere worth staying, Emon had no idea what hit it!

Almost There from The Princess and the Frog sung by Anika Noni Rose

A dream, a lot of hard work, and not much time for anything else.

Workaholics by Alesso

A nice instrumental break, for the man who almost never takes one.

Never Let Them See You Sweat by Go West

Vulnerability issues- he’s got them. But it’s not paranoia if they really are out to get (runechildren) you.

Glorious by Macklemore

Sometimes you look at a song and go “ugh” but it turns out that there’s a reason it’s on every single playlist for that character.

One Man Magical Show by Julia Ecklar

Confidence and showmanship are undeniably attractive. :D

Purple and Gold by Ash Gray and the Girls

You can not deny that the man has got an aesthetic going on.

Nour El Ain by Amr Diab

This sugary, sweet-nothing Egyptian pop song from the 90s is perfect for a big flirt. The title is an antiquely poetic Arabic phrase which almost translates to “light of my eye”.

Crowded Table by The Highwoman

Past Gimore’s surface charm, he has a natural generosity, and an affinity for collecting people; this song is what that looks like from the inside.

Starting All Over Again by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

I’ll be the first to admit that this doesn’t really work, but I was trying to recontextualize it as a song for Sherri, rebuilding after the siege of Emon.

Be Brave by My Brightest Diamond

Struggling to protect Whitestone without breaking down; you can’t do any less, when your friends are still out there facing down dragons.

I Wish You Love by Nat King Cole

For Vax’ildan.

Into the Open Air from Brave, sung by Julie Fowles

Call your mom, Shaun.

The Show Must Go On by Queen

As soon as the The Search for Grog VOD went up, this song became the obvious final choice. Shine on, you glorious bastard.