المفكرة اليسارية.. رئيسة مؤسسة تنمية الإبداع / بروفيسور مريم الصايغ تحلل نفسييًا وتنقد فنيًا ..ظاهرة : حين يفرض السوق سطوته ويصير محمد رمضان ألعوبة وهم العالمية!!

عيد ميلاد .. كله الفرح ..
يا نيساني المتآلق.. كوكي صغيري.. البطل الخارق
(ل حكايات كوكي)
( فتى القيامة.. والعيد ميلاد..
والتخرج .. من واحدة من أعرق وأرقى جامعات العالم ..)
"ثلاثي أفراح.. وانتصارات الرب .. ونعمة دائمة .. "
تقتل كل شر .. وتقتل كل حسد.. وتنهي كل سرقة.. وتكشف كل باطل ...
( مجد الرب.. علينا يرى .. )
( هذا هو اليوم الذي صنعه الرب فلنفرح ولنتهلل به .. ونسبح اسم الرب القدوس ..)
ولنسجد لشكر رب المجد ..
 
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أعشقك حياتو أنا ..
وأكثر ..
كل الأيام ومظلتي أنت..
وعشق روحي .. ومالك كياني ...
 
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ميرسي لملايين التبريكات والتهاني ..
مافيني غير .. أن أشكر ..
لما بعد الامتنان لكم أنا ...
أبادلكم حب.. بحب ..
لملايين القلوب التي تعشقنا ..
وترفعنا في صلواتها ..
وتحفظ إبداعنا .. بين الصدور كلوحي الشريعة.. والكتب المقدسة ..)
تمتعوا..
 
مابين انقضاءِ لحظاتِ الشَّجَنِ...
وبزوغِ النورِ الإلهيِّ الأزلي...
انبثقَ النورُ المُقدَّسُ من قبرِ الخلاص،
نورٌ يهدي ويُرشد،
تُنقَّى به الأرواحُ،
ليأتي الفرحُ... العُمرُ الجديدُ،
بفداءِ بني الإنسان.
 
قد تمَّ الخلاصُ على الصليبِ،
والحبُّ سالَ دمًا طهورًا،
ودفع كل الأثمان،
فانشَقَّ القبرُ عن مَجْدٍ ما يَزول،
وانبلجَ النورُ،
نارًا تُذيبُ صقيعَ القلوبِ،
ونُورًا يَزرعُ فينا يقينَ الحياة.
 
يا نورَ الربِّ الخارجَ من
ظُلُماتِ الموت،
أيُّ سرٍّ فيكَ ؟!
يجعلُ الحَجرَ يتكلَّم؟!
وأيُّ قوةٍ فيكَ !!
تقيمُ الأرواحَ من وَهْنِ الظلمات؟!
قد أتيتَ لا كضوءٍ عابرٍ،
بل كوعدٍ أزليٍّ،
يكتُبُ على أبوابِ القلب:
"ها قد آمنتَ...
فامشِ في نُورِ خلاصِك
إلى الأبد."
 
وامتلئْ دفئًا من
بهاءِ القيامة،
فالنورُ ما يُهزم،
والحقُّ ما يَزول،
وفي ظلِّ الصليبِ نحيا،
وفي النورِ
نحملُ بشارةَ الفداء،
كلَّ الأيّام...
وإلى انقضاءِ الدهر. آمين..
 
 
كل الأيام أحبتي .. ونحن الحقيقة بقوة الفداء ..
وكل دفء الحب .. والروعة.. والدهشة.. والإبداع.. والمحبة..
 
بينما لصة بلدة غفاهة جاهلة فاطمة ناعوت تخلدني.. عبر 4990 مقال قامت بسرقتهم من قشور إبداعي
وتخلد خالتي روزا نجمة السماء ... عبر سرقة قشور تجاربها .. ودمها .. ودمعها
من عام 2001 حتى 2004 .. حتى رحلت بسلام تاركة ثروة من التجارب.. والشفاء .. والأفراح ...
 
لصة فاطمة ناعوت قتلت حالها !!
بسرقاتخا من قشور عطاؤنا لعلاج طيف التوحد !! وإبداعي الأدبي !!
( ملائكة طيف التوحد والتحول من يرقات لفراشات متفردة الألوان والخروج لخارج شرنقة التوحد.. )
و( حامية الملائكة الصغار.. بانية بيوت الملائكة)
من العام 2001 وحتى 2004 زمن التجارب والنجاحات ..
 
لتسرقهم لصة بلدة فقاعة جاهلة العام 2025
لتخلدنا..
بينما تكشف عارها وتكتب شهادة موتها بعارها !!
بينما
مغارة لصوصها زوجها يسرق تهنئة !! من كلماتي
ومازن 600 ألف من الحسابات الوهمية !! يروج !! ومنشور ممول للصوص !!
لذا
دعونا نسقطهم بقوة انتصار الرب والفداء .. بقوة رب الأنام ..
 
لتسقط مغارة لصوص فاطمة ناعوت وزوجها وأبنها اللص الأشر منهما مازن
و( ليحمي شاب التوحد النقي عمر.. الذين يسخروه للشو .. والتكسب من شرورهم.. )
 
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"Let us delve into the psychoanalytic and critical artistic examination of the phenomenon known as the illusion of global prominence."
 
 
The leftist thinker & head of the Creativity Development Foundation, Professor Mariam Al-Sayegh, offers a psychological analysis and artistic critique of the phenomenon in which the market imposes its dominance, turning Mohamed Ramadan into a pawn of the illusion of global fame
 
"When the market flexes its power, and illusion dresses itself as fame,
 
the shattered mirrors of the market, not as bearers of messages, but as commodities shaped on demand. The son of the neighborhood that knew both hunger and honor stands on a distant platform, in a festival where the only thing he recognizes about Cairo is its name. He wears what does not resemble him and behaves in ways that contradict his history. Is it rebellion? Or is it affectation? Is it art? Or the sound of a fall into a bottomless pit called 'globalization'?
 
Mohamed Ramadan sparked widespread controversy recently due to his appearance at the Coachella Festival in the United States, where he was seen wearing what was described as a 'dance suit.' Some considered it a violation of Egyptian and Arab customs and traditions. This appearance provoked harsh criticism from both the public and critics, with some viewing it as an attempt to attract attention without regard for cultural values.
 
In his reaction..."
 
market, causing them to strip away their clothes of mud, patience, and identity, only to wear what does not cover, but exposes. He was never 'a dancer,' nor was he known for physical play as a means of expression. So why now? And why in this way? Because the market demanded it?! Because fame requires new blood every so often?
 
The illusory market... in an era of deceptive images that recognizes no truth, only noise. And what is noise but a crude display that leaves no respect for art, nor dignity for man? Ramadan, that young man who won the hearts of people through acting, no longer performs except for himself. A lover of a persona he forcefully created, only to be consumed by it. 'Number One'... a title he thought was a crown, but turned out to be a chain. And whenever he feared repetition, he jumped into the unknown, thinking that strangeness was freedom, while in some aspects, it is nothing but slavery to fleeting admiration."
 
classified as global. Yet art is not made by the illusion of globalization, but by truth. The artist who betrays himself in search of applause uproots himself from his own ground, and will one day have neither a voice, nor applause, nor belonging.
 
Thus, when the market asserts its dominance, art transforms from a message into a spectacle, and the artist from a creator of meaning to a puppet. The issue is not that Mohamed Ramadan wore something inappropriate, but that a society with generations who are unaware has come to follow the event as though it were a reflection of their consciousness, unaware that they are seeing only its fragility and defeat on stage.
 
If only he understood that globalization does not mean shedding the traditional garment, but shedding ignorance.
 
Ramadan did not directly comment on the criticisms, but he changed his name on his official Instagram account to
"Mr. 1," in a move interpreted as a confirmation of his famous title "Number One."
 
Now, let us analyze the logic of what happened
"When an actor like Mohamed Ramadan appears in a 'strange' or 'provocative' image to society, especially if it doesn't align with his sexual inclinations, cultural background, or gender identity, we are not merely witnessing an 'abnormal behavior,' but rather a symbolic event that requires a multidimensional interpretation.
 
Unfortunately, this is the 'illusion of globalization,' where the global market imposes its ugly conditions for holding international events, exploiting young artists
even if their inclinations do not align with the advertised image
trying to deceive the world into thinking this deviation is normal. They scream through images to express the suffocation of the voice!
 
It is as if the unconventional behavior is seen as a form of struggle with society, traditions, and perhaps even with oneself. They want to convey the message that Mohamed Ramadan, despite his success, lives in a constant struggle between being the 'son of the neighborhood' and the 'box-office star,' between 'the solid Eastern masculinity' and 'the global image that requires deconstruction and reconstruction.'
 
This is interpreted as his behavior being a form of symbolic rebellion, seeking strangeness as a tool for superiority, as if announcing: 'I am different, therefore I exist.'
 
While Mohamed Ramadan himself likely only envisioned the illusion of globalization and presence
ha ha ha!
 
As a certified psychological analyst,
I can interpret this behavior from a psychological perspective. Such actions can be explained within two frameworks:
 
Defensive Narcissism: Where the body and attire become a means to compensate for inner fragility or fear of disappearance! In this case, strangeness becomes a psychological shield against the fading of a star and the threat of being forgotten
 
"The Desire to Break Expectations: Artists, by nature, live under the constant pressure of expectations and repetition. When they feel that they have become predictable, with nothing new to offer, and they become trapped in the stereotypical image that others have copied from them, they search for something that shocks even if it goes against their self-image or cultural background!
 
What Mohamed Ramadan did raises an ethical and cultural question: Does an actor have the right to fully free himself from the values of his society? The answer is not simple, because if he is not a mirror to his society, at least he is a being that lives within it and speaks to it. And when he uses strangeness as a tool for provocation, it’s like ringing a bell in a sleeping street: Is he doing this to awaken consciousness, or to awaken false fame?
 
The deeper meaning... "Playing on the Edge"
 
Mohamed Ramadan, or any other artist who engages in what is described as "madness," is playing on the edge of danger
the danger of social rejection, the danger of distortion, and the danger of transforming from an artist into a mere audiovisual phenomenon with no true artistic value. But he may gamble on the idea that "art is not born in warmth, but in friction
 
So, in the end, I hope creatives come to understand that
they should not be swept away by the chaos of life,
where people race toward the spotlight and the illusion of global fame by any means
appropriate or not.
I hope they don’t chase after images that do not reflect their true essence.
Uniqueness does not lie in strangeness, nor does shouting in the public square grant true presence.
True creativity and distinction do not come from destroying the self, but from honoring the value of one’s art, one’s truth, and one’s principles.
 
If the image Mohamed Ramadan presented were truly a reflection of his personal inclinations,
I would have been the first to defend him and his right to express himself and his identity.
For truth does not need noise to be heard
but rather a deep understanding of the self, sincere authenticity, and creativity.
That is how true uniqueness is born.
 
Be well and joyful,
And enjoy your loved ones...
For life is not lived without love,
My love, Scheherazade in a previous life,
Goddess of poetry, storytelling, and narrative
Goddess of the chalk and all the myths
The diamond of the Mountain of Light
Goddess of the four letters
Goddess of the twenty-fifth hour
The Mona Lisa of passionate, difficult love, enchanting across times and ages
The fascinating mystic across lives and eras
Cleopatra, beloved... and lover of the homeland
Forever beloved, insightful
My passion for my homeland and my love for its life
From 1996 until... and until the end of the world
And all that it holds
My poetry remains, inspiring millions