Do you look for a place, which is many civilizations in one moment of time? A place that was built from the ancient of days of Sam…that was a witness to the rise and fall of many nations, al Sabauion, al Maunion, al Himyaruon, the Turkish and those who came after them…a place with fame from the old ages by its culture and style…?
Sana’a is the place you look for.. the daughter of the mountains and the neighbor of the stars in the sky …
Whoever comes to Sana’a will find its culture original at once ancient and modern…ask those clouds why they rest in the sky above Sana’s sky, day after day, from time to time…as if they wanted to settle there and they say, “the glamour of this city…its weather…its real culture shining through its houses…invites us…and we stay for many days." So many singers have praised so lavishly the enduring beauty of this charming city…writers, poets have had a lot to write about…its people, its beautiful women, its houses, its arts, its weather, its beauty.
The design of their majestic houses amazes you…the sun baked walls painted only with patterns in white, a touch of the moon, the wooden windows, the arcs on the top of the roof, the kamarias that allow that light of sun or even the moon come through them painting their designs on that white walls all just are stories about this beautiful lady …
That silver and that agate talk about along journey from a misty past to the present…they talk about the story of every house…every wedding…every beautiful woman wearing sliver ornaments that tinkle as they dance …every celebration of the birth of children…every tone of ood’s music…
Walking on the streets of old Sana’a creates a feeling strong and strange…like a magic which take the mind out of itself…its walls and gates…its cobble stone…even the lanterns, especially when that walk in the middle of the night…through a lane…and that sounds of the lute and the chants titillate your ears and your emotions…when that smell of aloes open several ways in your way …when you look up at the tops of houses racing up to reach the heaven, when you walk on al Saila, you feel a flood come upon you suddenly…you hear the sound of bird, horses hooves…you hear a lot of voices…of moathens… of children playing in the narrow streets…of men talking, arguing…of the market places…of the singers…of civilizations…you feel as if you are surrounded by ages and ages…
Here, on a day you pass through all the seasons…the night a winter…the dawn a spring…the afternoon a summer…and the golden evening a fall…here is a miracle of God.
You know that Sana’a is a chosen city…when you notice the early morning dew water the earth…drop softly on the houses, the trees, the mountains, the people…as if it had been ordered to do so.
Today Sana’a, Azal, Sam…is the cultural capital of the Arab world and it has that glory from the glory of its long history …it considered as a jewel in a crown, though it is the crown itself.
That is Sana’a, which becomes a star every night… and a drop of dew every morning…
Sana’a…you are really different from others…you are the beauty spot of the whole world…for that be lofty…be proud…be beautiful as the daughter of a great lineage is…
Sana’a is the place you look for.. the daughter of the mountains and the neighbor of the stars in the sky …
Whoever comes to Sana’a will find its culture original at once ancient and modern…ask those clouds why they rest in the sky above Sana’s sky, day after day, from time to time…as if they wanted to settle there and they say, “the glamour of this city…its weather…its real culture shining through its houses…invites us…and we stay for many days." So many singers have praised so lavishly the enduring beauty of this charming city…writers, poets have had a lot to write about…its people, its beautiful women, its houses, its arts, its weather, its beauty.
The design of their majestic houses amazes you…the sun baked walls painted only with patterns in white, a touch of the moon, the wooden windows, the arcs on the top of the roof, the kamarias that allow that light of sun or even the moon come through them painting their designs on that white walls all just are stories about this beautiful lady …
That silver and that agate talk about along journey from a misty past to the present…they talk about the story of every house…every wedding…every beautiful woman wearing sliver ornaments that tinkle as they dance …every celebration of the birth of children…every tone of ood’s music…
Walking on the streets of old Sana’a creates a feeling strong and strange…like a magic which take the mind out of itself…its walls and gates…its cobble stone…even the lanterns, especially when that walk in the middle of the night…through a lane…and that sounds of the lute and the chants titillate your ears and your emotions…when that smell of aloes open several ways in your way …when you look up at the tops of houses racing up to reach the heaven, when you walk on al Saila, you feel a flood come upon you suddenly…you hear the sound of bird, horses hooves…you hear a lot of voices…of moathens… of children playing in the narrow streets…of men talking, arguing…of the market places…of the singers…of civilizations…you feel as if you are surrounded by ages and ages…
Here, on a day you pass through all the seasons…the night a winter…the dawn a spring…the afternoon a summer…and the golden evening a fall…here is a miracle of God.
You know that Sana’a is a chosen city…when you notice the early morning dew water the earth…drop softly on the houses, the trees, the mountains, the people…as if it had been ordered to do so.
Today Sana’a, Azal, Sam…is the cultural capital of the Arab world and it has that glory from the glory of its long history …it considered as a jewel in a crown, though it is the crown itself.
That is Sana’a, which becomes a star every night… and a drop of dew every morning…
Sana’a…you are really different from others…you are the beauty spot of the whole world…for that be lofty…be proud…be beautiful as the daughter of a great lineage is…
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