Aladin (Balout Krew)

With emotions undefined, emotions not allowed, I breathe in deep— the feeling of belonging to a people, a culture.

The scent of jasmine, the spice of zaatar, the stories whispered by my uncle, my grandmother’s voice, my grandfather’s keffiyeh— woven with silence and strength.

These forbidden feelings carry me into the soundscape of my people, into the echoes of memories— even of those we have never met.

Yes— we allow ourselves to feel.

I’m giving you an hour of emotional sound— what my people in Meisar need to hear, to feel they deserve a place of peace.