Your Excellency is sick

Your Excellency is sick. I have never been a rigid supporter of all his works, but I have admired and learned from his character as an artist, and in the most difficult and bitter days of eighty-eight when I was unemployed from all my work, most of my colleagues were in prison, imprisoned or displaced from the world. I hope to live again. When I heard “Iran Sarai Omid” a thousand times a day and “Put down your gun” two thousand times a day, I tried to protect myself. Shajarian became bigger for me in the story of “Bam” or many reliable personal accounts that I heard about him. Khosrovar lived and published the album “Bidad” at the height of his enmity with music, instruments, singing and being. With Ahmad Shamlou, he gives out that brilliant Khayam reading and, of course, “Rabna”, which was perhaps one of the few prayer readings that attracted even non-religious people. Shajarian has created a personal memory for many of us, and this is even for many audiences who do not like traditional music. But his political and social behavior, which at the peak actively criticized the repressions and continued it, was a bigger event.

How is a national symbol made? Are the symbols of a country necessarily approved by everyone? Except Takhti, Mossadegh, Hedayat or Hatami and so on. Do they have the same status for everyone? This is certainly the case with Mohammad Reza Shajarian, a son of Khorasan Sharif and Iran. He was present when his country needed his voice, presence and identity. How many national ballads that he read and reread were the narrators of the sufferings and stories of the nation. Like when he sang “Murg Sehar”. Or he sang with power that “your gun means the tongue of fire and iron”. How many artists are there to bear and narrate such sorrows, glory, failures and victories of a nation?

Shajarian, like any artist, has critics and supporters of his art, and this is natural. But what made Shajarian so beloved by all hearts, even many of his political opponents, is his narrations. Just as the left and the right are whispering the Brotherhood’s “Winter” or the “Purple” of Sayeh, his songs have been transmitted from mind to mind and ear to ear, and beyond his character as an artist who did not violate his own principles and the brazen insults that some have thrown at him. he gave But he had become a symbol that could no longer be disturbed in his position. The hearts of many of us are now in Jam Hospital. We think of him and his sick body. Which artist do you know that now all the souls behind the door of his room give him their love?

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