The painter Mohamed Shams El-Din is leaving early, in a difficult time. As we imagine that this country did not know easy times, what we are going through now exceeds the scales on which we were measuring the degrees of difficulty and its impact. The news of Muhammad Shamsuddin’s departure comes in order to increase our souls, so that she searches for a flash of light at the dark night of politics, the deteriorating economic situation, and the hell of epidemics. We were only able to see you in our mind all these things that transformed our lives a vague Achilles, until the absence of Muhammad Shams al-Din came to complete this black episode from which we do not see a hole that we sneak out of it outside its thorns.

 

Many characteristics distinguished Muhammad Shams al-Din from others, because he did not adhere to written rules, stipulated in "Etiquette" books, whether in life or in art. "Shams," as his friends called it, was an out of the ordinary situation. Seriousness and absurdity met in his person, and they wrestled lightly, or with some noise and humor sometimes, so that one or the other prevailed, according to the circumstances and circumstances.

 

“I can no longer breathe oxygen,” wrote Muhammad while his health condition was somewhat decent. It was an emotional state, but it turned into a biological defect, as we thought, albeit faint, but foreshadowed what did not inspire reassurance. "God's napalm is stronger than mustard ... and thinner than a quick death." Your heart betrayed you, sun. Your death was swift, and we left a lot of pain.