#baheya
In a family car roaring down a European highway, an Egyptian couple inserts a USB drive into a black adaptor that screams 2010. In the backseat, two teenagers sit, each looking out of their own window. A scratchy sound emanates from the car’s speakers, a few preparatory strokes on a oud, and the deep voice of a man clearing his throat. This was how my brother and I were first introduced to El-Sheikh Emam. A musician, revolutionary artist, and Egyptian…
