A memory of a beautiful time, and here I speak about Maisoon Al-Sanaa from Karak, the image of Jordan and the voice of Jordan and Karak since I was a child. I saw the adults' pride as they listened to you, encompassing the voice of women known by Karak, Jordan, and the Arab world; a melodious voice of deep authenticity, strong and clear tones, unmistakable to the ear. It remains the beautiful voice coming from southern Jordan, "Karak"; a warm and pure voice as pure as the inner truth and goodness of Karak’s people and their breezes. Born from the melody and beauty, this voice emerged from fields of sage, dum palm, and hawthorn, from the warm alleyways, from calm plains and wonderful mountains, and houses fragrant with the scent of coffee and cardamom, adorned with generosity and gallantry, and the melodious tunes of the rababa beside the fortress that offered martyrs. This beautiful voice emerged with the Jordanian radio and the beginnings of Jordanian television in black and white singing with a tender voice and authentic Jordanian heritage, with beauty wafts coming from the southern Karak. Hearing it today by chance brought me back to days past, to a time of elegance and Jordanian heritage that shined in an era of love, authenticity, and camaraderie, and the creativity and revelation of pen and song. Days when Jordanian television broadcast Jordanian heritage across the Arab nation from the ocean to the Gulf. We knew from her voice the paths of Karak and its surroundings, Sheehan's slopes and its fragrant scent. She started transporting us with her tender voice to every home, everyone singing in her language ("May Allah control the women, even the old ones recompense them") ("Oh mom, I saw the moon in the house empty in the sky"), taught us that excessive love is different, reminded us of spring grass and the valley ("Oh brother, let me and you go to the valley to plant orchards"), and "Oh winds from the north turn to the south, went my love with you welcome, oh winds" caught us in a beautiful dramatic mood in the song Selmi ya Selmi, and sent love through our hearts ("My torment") and her desire, her desire, however she desires, a girl oh my family and the honey is her saliva, reaching out to her father saying you stubborn dad, you are worth my family and all the relatives. Here is Maisoon Al-Sanaa, whom the FM stations have forgotten, filling us with songs of the present, and forgetting the heritage and sweetness of the past, greetings to Maisoon Al-Sanaa, the pioneer of heritage and the tender Jordanian voice that came from the circles of Karak, she is one of the most beautiful songs Maisoon Al-Sanaa sang and she has a story and a tale.
I crossed the borders of Syria
And I am in love
O gatekeeper, check and open for me
And from Karak I came visiting
Call for me Khaled behind the doors
Spring of my heart, and its flowers
An officer in the army, lofty
He commands over soldiers at the embassy
A song that women in Jordan and in Karak, specifically Maisoon Al-Sanaa, have long sung, and this song has a story... she sings about the fox of the shields, and the son of the virgin woven by the eyes and lashes of the maidens becoming a timeless heritage sung for love and manhood. ...written by a mother in a moment of longing for her son...when Brigadier General Khaled Majali entered to lead the 40th Armored Brigade in the Golan Heights war in October 1973. His Majesty the late King Hussein bin Talal nicknamed him the fox of the shields, and the late Iraqi President martyr Saddam Hussein called him the son of the virgin, implying that no woman has borne a man like Khaled’s mother has, and the spring of the heart as the women of Jordan used to sing for him.
Maisoon Al-Sanaa is the first woman who sang Hijini and she sang without a musical band just with the beats of an oud from Najeeb Al-Qassous and Jamal Al-Shamaileh and sang folk songs composed without composition and about her voice, the artist Abdel Halim Hafez said it's one of the most beautiful voices he has heard, and about the life of Maisoon Al-Sanaa, she was born in Karak in the Industrious neighborhood in 1943 and studied in its schools until she became a teacher roving the villages of Karak from Ai to Al-Mazar from the year 1963 to 1992 and in a saying it was said when the south attends, Karak attends, and the voice of Maisoon Al-Sanaa the beautiful attending with her simple wonderful songs and from her most important songs
You stubborn dad
Oh northern winds
Youth, get up and play
I crossed the borders of Syria
Oh my brother by Allah, let me and you go to the valley to plant our orchards
She desires her
This is Maisoon Al-Sanaa, may God prolong her life, she who brought back the allure and appreciation by many Jordanians and Arabs
Maisoon Al-Sanaa, daughter of a noble tribe rooted deep in Jordan, Maisoon from Karak, and Karak a city with a great national history when Maisoon Al-Sanaa sings, she does not just sing words, she echoes the national and spiritual essence and roots, what’s more beautiful than her voice saying "By Allah, oh bright star, look upon my heart's beloved and tell him, see your lover stays up all night, he doesn't sleep at all", Maisoon Al-Sanaa is the emotions that your soul lives in Selmi ya Selmi, no Selmi ah Selmi, oh Selmi, may God protect you, you icon of the south and the enchanting voice that sang of everything beautiful in this nation.
The painting by the talented artist Ahmed Al-Jabour
