Hussein Khojli writes- Abu Risha penetrates the formation of the government of hope

Among the poets whom we were proud of to wash with their poems, our interior from the shame of the defeat and the preachers of feelings, the great Arab poet Omar Abu Risha. He was an ambassador in the Foreign Affairs in Greater Syria before being divided, differentiated and obedient to diaspora

Our generation was kept by the heart of most of his national poems and stopped at the verses of the poem, which combines the pain, the promise and the last call.

Lord, and he went on to start

Fill the mouths of the orphan girls

I listened to them, but it is

You did not touch the elite of Al -Mu’tasim

My nation, how much is his glory

He did not carry the purity of the idol

The wolf is not blamed for its aggression

The shepherd is the enemy of the sheep

Among the press narratives that are told about the man, engineer and scholar of chemistry in the finest British universities, but he left them for literature, poems and languages. When he was appointed an Arab ambassador to the United States of America, he went to the White House to submit his credentials to the American president, the star, John Kennedy, the dead. The protocol arrangements required that the period of the meeting with the president be only ten minutes. Because the American president was surprised by the man’s culture, his flowing language, and his encyclopedic information he was sending in the chapter of jokes and the sects, he kept him to marry the meeting for more than two hours.

When the interview passed, at the request of Abu Risha, the American President told him: If you were an American, you would have a minister of culture or a delegate of the United States mission to the United Nations or appointed you as director of my office.

Omar Abu Risha answered quickly and calmly, and his words were launched from behind a sarcastic smile with a lot of meanings, saying: If I were an American, you would have sat your place, Mr. President, John Kennedy laughed highly unusual, until his secretary and the adjacent office would have watched and then the man became a friend.

When I passed the minds of this suggestive story, I tempted me to send a telegram to Brother Dr. Kamel Al -Tayeb Idris, Prime Minister who is assigned to form the ministry, the hope of the dream.

We hope this in the new (cabinets) virtues before the security examination, and the desired fans. Do we aspire to this virtue?