An old dream was to attend one of his conerts, talk to him in person and tell him how much i love him. when he died, i never understood that this dream would never come true, that he is gone forever. i kept the dream while growing up, until i understood that where he went i can not reach him for the time being. i still remember that sadness, which i felt filling my heart. one of my sincerest dreams would never come true.
For me Halim is not just a singer. He is someone, who has touched my heart when i was only 3 years old. my nanny used to tell me how i went very quiet, when I heared him singing. I simply stop crying or talking and listen carefully to that voice. When i was a good girl, mom would let me listen to his song at 7 p.m. in Om Kolthoum radio station.
A simple and tender warmth,touching the deepest of my heart at this young age-was never forgotten.
When I grow up, at 1st year of collage, I went visiting his house.
simply knocked at the door, and a lady opened. his cousin.I had no hope she would let me in. but she did. kindly accompanied me to his part of the appartment. I promised not to touch anything. i would just smell the odeur in. and I kept my promise. I didnt dare. everything had his smell. I dont know how i knew its his smell. but i did. I could hear his voice and see him moving arround. I remembered all pictures of him in his house, and I could trace his moves everywhere.
I didnt dare to enter his bedroom. I refused to have it open, even to take a look. I feared not finding him there. Still remember this visit, still gaze up at the house when i pass by it. still remember him.
i could never answer the question of what exactely attracted me to him. and i still cant. not his voice or fame as singer. not his lovely songs and warm feelings and passion that is shouting out of them.
i adore all what "he said". love songs, patriatic songs, prayers, his interviews, his movies, his radio serie.
Why I love him, I stopped asking this question. I simply love him. bas keda.
Halim, ya a3az el nas, you are always in my prayers.not as my beloved singer, but as a simple person who has given -and still gives- me warmth and pleasure just by hearing your voice.
May Allah rest your soul in Jannah, for you have given so much to everyone arround you.
Hebba- a girl you never met