They say that a woman must make her mark–in the world, and in her space. The reflection of her, and her cultural background brings forth recognition of her existence. From paintings, drawings, sculptors, and engravings, the understanding and conception of imagery is very important. For to see yourself, and celebrations of yourself represented in another land, gives you validation that, you are welcome. Ancient auras of a culture known as Egypt, welcome the brown women in particular spots, held dear to them. A touch of brown in Egypt’s very own Mohamed Mounir’s song, El Leila Ya Samara, makes it known that the brown woman is here in Egypt. She too, is one of the flowers in this garden.
As a brown woman, navigating through ancient Kemet’s land, the journey is not always one of respect and admiration. The ignorant, who do not truly know, come to show their disdain for she who knows. But those who do know welcome her Spirit, as blessing to the land, and their own existence.
But time and time again, the brown women continue to show themselves from time to time. And in Cairo, they are vigilant in the most intimate of spaces. At the Metro Opera, you can see their silent art. Healing the space, while sending a musical blessing to heal the city. How intrinsic! How magical that their blessings extend into an aura, where the garden provides comforts to lovers, friends, families, onlookers, and weary souls, who seek rest.
And euphoric that the brown women are based close to a spatial arrangement, where music is created and sanctified. Right across from their soulful being, visitors gain a glimpse into their secret world; through ancient treasures, that is called music. Seeing them is a foreshadow into what awaits those anxious souls.
For the brown women, the Cairo Opera House serves as a temple, where music is worshiped, revered, and heals. The magnificence of the 3 Brown Ladies re-defines the presence of darkness; a euphoric transition directing away from a negative. Soothing, nourishing, and skin that reminds of the silkiness of Earth’s souls–gentle whispers enriching, create, and sustain the aesthetics, called life.
Symphonies, orchestral performances, operatic tunes, dances of theater, and the ability to take flight through sound, are some of the magical entities that awaits those guests, who want to be entranced within the temple.
The beauty of the three brown women is how they relay to the observers their journey’s tale. They travel from a place, where the voices of the ancients serve as sound centers foretelling of knowledge, yet to be discovered. From a place, where at night (for the listening), musical and dancing women come to play–reminding the world what life was like, when celebrating woman was a virtue. Where nudity and nature brought women together to restore healing throughout their communities. The secrecy of their being could only be found through honoring life–both, through the spiritual and Earthly realms.
Coming back to the three, brown women, and their residence in the Opera, it is of no wonder how magnanimous the decor of their imagery entices the viewer to listen in on the synchronicity of their world. Those that recognize, and honor their existence, are blessed in discovering what lies beneath the painting; and are invited to listen to their secrets. The brown women see all, and have much to reveal. Playing their instruments, they convey what it means for the body to be used as an instrument; music becoming magic and art.
From the outside of the Metro Opera station, one can’t help, but to notice, or imagine how the garden comes to life, at night. People from all walks of life find peace, stillness, laughter, entertainment, and even love in the garden. Situated in one of the most alluring and enchanting places in Cairo; while housing memories of time’s essence. Travelers far and abroad have traveled to the gardens near the Opera Metro Station. A perfect site to experience intimacy with the femininity of nature.
Yet, isn’t it quaint to receive an intriguing preview within the interior? A reminder that the brown woman must, also be seen and revered. She is a connection to a distant past, and a flower of Kemetic civilization. Her fruits are attractive to other feminine colors, seeking to taste her essence.
Entering Metro Opera to view the three brown women is one thing. But, departing with their blessing is another. Part of the ritual of that space relates to image, memory, and recognition. It is said that image is everything. And the reflection of a culture’s image is acknowledgement of their existence–of their right to exist. Ancient imagery strengthens the distant memory. A vivid reminder to what was, and how they were meant to be. And in so forth, visitors, guests, and tourists resembling her in the physical are reminded that their presence is also welcome in Egypt!