So, I’m certain that everyone who has lived far from home has had feelings of homesickness. When I lived in Philadelphia for a couple of years, I definitely felt it. Living in Jordan, I feel it some as well. In fact, I was watching a program that showed about 15 seconds of a neighborhood in America that looked like where we lived before we moved. I was moved to tears, even though I’m not all that homesick here. I suspect there are two reasons for this. First, I’ve found an amazing group of ladies who are dear friends and feel like home when we get together. Second, Jordan IS home. I am one of those fortunate people who gets to have two homes. But there are those moments when unexpected glimpses of the life we used to live can catch me off guard with poignant memories. Now, my foreign readers very well may not have heard of the singers whose song I’m putting here. She’s not one of the regularly beloved singers here like Umm Kulthum and Fariouz. But, for my money, she’s the best. And she knows about homesickness. She knows about loneliness. Listen to this song and even if you don’t get the words, you’ll hear the longing and love and sadness in her voice.
If it’s your first time hearing her, meet Dalida. An Italian-Egyptian who moved to France and gained popularity. She eventually committed suicide, sadly, and we are deprived of her voice. Read the words (in English) of this song and you’ll perhaps understand the depth of feeling here.
MY BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY
A kind word, two more kind words for my country
A sweet song, two more sweet songs for my country
My hope was always, my country
To return to you, my country
To always be near you
All those memories from the past
Still remain with me, my country
My heart is filled with your stories
Memories of you, my country
My first love was in my country
She is impossible to forget
What happened to those days?
Before I left you
When we use to say is impossible
To be apart
Each tear that falls to my cheek
Is filled with hope of us being together
On the shores of your sea of love
Words courtesy of Tribe found here.
I was listening to one of her other songs in French and was put in mind of Karen Carpenter (another life cut tragically short). I thought it was an odd connection to make and then went over to listen to a Carpenters song. As soon as I did, I got it. There’s something in the tonal quality and beautifully pure voice that makes them similar. AT any rate, I hope you enjoy…