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The Stranger

The Stranger (2021) Music: Kim André Arnesen (b. 1980) The Arlington Chorale Dr. Ingrid Lestrud, Artistic Director Melanie Ashkar, mezzo-soprano March 16, 2024 Part I: The Plight of the Stranger 00:00 1. Things we carry 06:53 2. Reflection (Instrumental) Negin Khpalwak, guest conductor; Ahmad Bahir Nasiri, poet 10:39 3. I was hungry Part II: We are all strangers somewhere 14:07 4. The stranger who resides with you 16:32 5. Some are black and some are white 20:22 6. You first saw them by the roadside 25:42 7. Love should be felt 29:25 8. Look again and you will see 33:41 9. Love and good faith 34:46 10. Call no-one stranger 40:49 11. Do not neglect 43:55 12. Say it loud, say it clear Part III: We journey together in hope 48:02 Ibrahim Hakim, Recitation from The Qur'an, An-Nisa 4:36 (translated by M.A.S. Abdel Haleem) 50:24 13. Love, peace, hope 57:24 14. The guest is as God 59:30 15. Welcome! 01:06:15 16. Let us build a house You can view the program from this performance here: https://www.arlingtonchorale.org/uplo... Translation of poem: Kabul has grown to accept darkness That clear sky, that hot sun no longer exit It has turned into hell, this majestic Kabul Pure friendships Hard working men They exist no more As if no one has ever read any poetry in this town The great Kabul is weathered That you can’t tell it apart from an old village Such is its reality The water, bread, and this soil is what life is here The life itself is a mere excuse There are but few tales to tell in every corner of this city Tales of water, bread, and soil Of laughter that has been massacred And of sleeping dead Yet no one said what comfort is Comfort and leisure Reside only in our thoughts This life is not entirely impossible though This grand city (Kabul) is not but the countryside In the eye of the beholder The soil is no more Greenery has not existed During the harvest season The young are cold and silent With bent back from the burden of life Just like the branch that bends over And the leaves that get stepped on Because it obeys the nature’s merciless laws Indeed, do not read its lips Read its teary eyes As it tells you tales of punches it has suffered Rise! The young The wounded lions Listen to the sound of Qur’an Or the hundreds of martyrs of this land Listen to how they have performed their prophecy Rise and scream Read a chapter from your pain This is not the time to be silent nor regret This is what the tick tock of clock is whispering to us these days. Ahmad Bahir Nasiri, poet Translated from Farsi by Salima Kabir