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Hear, O seekers of wisdom and beauty, the words of Ramy Youssef, who declared: “In general, the Arab world is an artistic hub that has such a variety, whether it be music, film, poetry.” These words, though simple, carry the weight of centuries, for they point to a truth too often forgotten: that art is not bound by borders, and that in the lands of the Arabs lies a treasury of creativity as vast as the deserts, as deep as the seas, and as enduring as the stars.

For the Arab world has been, from ancient days, a meeting place of cultures, a crossroads where caravans carried not only goods but also ideas, songs, and stories. Its cities—Baghdad, Cairo, Damascus, Granada—were not only centers of trade but also sanctuaries of thought. In their markets, one might hear the strings of the oud, the rhythm of the darbuka, the recitation of a poet, the call of a muezzin. Youssef’s words remind us that the Arab world is not merely a place of history, but of living creativity, where old traditions and new voices intertwine.

Consider poetry, that crown of Arab expression. In the time before Islam, the poets of the desert tribes composed verses that preserved honor, love, and memory. Their words, carried from camp to camp, were the history of the people. Later, in the golden age of Islam, poets such as Al-Mutanabbi and Rumi elevated the art to spiritual heights, weaving the mysteries of love and the divine into words that still stir hearts today. Poetry was not entertainment alone; it was the measure of truth, the soul of the people, the flame that guided generations.

But the richness of the Arab world is not bound to poetry alone. Its music, with scales that weave sorrow and ecstasy together, has traveled across continents, shaping Andalusian song, Turkish melody, and even the roots of jazz. The voices of singers like Fairuz or Umm Kulthum became more than sound—they became the lifeblood of nations, uniting millions in longing and hope. And in more recent years, Arab film has emerged as a window to the struggles and triumphs of its people, telling stories that reach beyond language to the heart of all humanity.

History gives us proof of this enduring artistic hub. In the House of Wisdom in Baghdad, scholars translated Greek philosophy into Arabic, preserving it for Europe’s future. In Andalusia, poets and architects shaped palaces where words of the Qur’an danced upon the walls in arabesque. In Cairo’s theaters and Beirut’s studios, film and music blossomed, testifying that the Arab spirit does not wither, but continually renews itself. Youssef’s words carry this legacy into the present: that the Arab world is not silent, but resounding with voices, instruments, and visions.

Yet, as with all cultures, there is the danger of forgetting. In times of conflict or division, it is easy to see only pain and overlook the creativity that still thrives. Youssef calls us back to remembrance: to see not only politics and strife, but also the art that binds, heals, and reveals the humanity of a people. To ignore this art is to miss the soul of the Arab world, to see only shadows and not the flame.

Therefore, O children of tomorrow, let this be your lesson: wherever you go, seek out the artistic hubs of the world. Do not measure a people only by their power or their struggles, but by their poetry, their music, their film—for in these, their soul is revealed. Learn from the Arab world that diversity of expression is strength, that tradition and innovation can live side by side, and that art is the bridge between hearts.

And so, remember Ramy Youssef’s wisdom: the Arab world is not a desert of silence, but a garden of voices. Bend your ear to its songs, open your eyes to its films, let your heart be stirred by its poetry. In doing so, you will not only honor the Arab people—you will honor the universal truth that art is the soul of humanity. For where art thrives, the spirit of a people lives forever.