Songs of Majd Al Qasim

Application of the songs of the Syrian singer Majd al - Qasim

Songs of Majd Al Qasim

Application of the songs of the Syrian singer Majd al - Qasim

Majd al-Qassem is a Syrian singer born in the village of Al-Ta'ala, one of the villages of the province of Suwayda, Syria. The family is composed of a father, a mother and eleven sons, among whom are Faisal, Farouk, Saud, Anwar, Zidan, Asia, Fadl, Mahjoub, That the living conditions of this struggling family did not allow the glory of a musical instrument saturated his early love of music, but this family gave him even greater; Majd al-Qasim's relationship with music began. The family was full of art talents And the sound of this great instrument, he gave him the first musical instrument of his own. It was not glory that he realized that this passion for music would turn into a mania that drives him to move to Damascus twice a week to learn the basics of playing the machine. The oud by Mr. Michel Awad, or his love of music will distract him from his study of Arabic literature and the preservation of ancient poetry, which had the greatest impact after that in the uniqueness of the glory of the performance of distinctive money.

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Keywords

Joke the joke

God is Enlightenment

Tamningy

Prepare your dress

People are sweet

Authorized and two witnesses

Carat luck

good afternoon

Why are you fighting?

Daylight

I installed the Mercedes

Hey Rayeg

A safety

Your order is my love

Ayoub

Breathe in love

Expensive

I am a lover

First people

Our days

Arab girls

High reflection

I tried

You have to speak

My heart is pierced

Return the fancy

Message

Peace, uncle

Year

His age and his age

Combining my heart - duet - Amal Arafa

Count on

On your order

On Amo

age

close your eyes

Lier

Karim Allah

Your words have changed

Not before you darling

Moment

Instant gr

Your game

If you think

Matzaddek

Crazy and working

Relaxed and God

Of them to God

Gifted

And he destroyed me

The birth of nine

O dearest of my eyes

My love

O thief