Rap in Arabesque
The sounds of music rising from modified jalopy cars, as you walk through the old slums, is dramatically changed over the years. Even in my own personal history, I witnessed a noticeable differentiation. When I was in middle school, I was working as an ironer in a garment workshop. There was always an arabesque music in background that cannot be suppressed with the overlock and sewing machines and the high-pitched sound of the iron-boiler. While starting the day amid the smells of dark-brewed tea, cigarettes and chemical textile materials is something that absorbs enough life energy, both the melody and the words of the music playing in the background would push people into a deep pessimism. When I left the workshop at the end of the day and breathed the fresh air, I felt like I was born again. While I was sleeping at night, the sounds I had heard all day hung in my ears as a hum. When I talked to one of my friend with whom I was working at that time, he said that the music was go...