Afrasianet -  Lebanese artist Marcel Khalifa was honoured  at the International Festival in Oujda, Morocco, to the applause of his song "The Standing Manta" and the applause of the audience. 

Khalifa dedicated the award to "the wounded Gaza that represents us in stopping the executioner's aggression against the victim", and the Lebanese artist documented this honor by publishing a number of photos and videos on his page, and attaching it with a comment that read: "When I came to Jeddah, I was very sad." He said, "I dedicate to Gaza the wall, our beloved Gaza: O wound in our chests, we have failed you and left you to defend yourself and us.

We were not there near you as we should have been, yes, our peoples and the peoples of the world roared in the streets and squares, and loud voices rose to say "no" to the ritual of profane slaughter held by the thug.

But your pure blood deserved more than us, you are the one who represents all of us in stopping the executioner's aggression against the victim and in defeating the right of force with the power of the victorious truth."

Khalifa added: "Gaza is our invasion – our pride and the title of our resurrection from under the ruins of defeats, our door to a tomorrow that we make ourselves: Palestinians and free people in the world, Gaza exposes us and does us justice so that it revives the spirit in us."

He concluded, "Oh Gaza, you have all the roses. You have all the love. Here's the mural. Here's the honor."

Marcel Khalifa recalled his memories at the Oujda Conservatory, where he said, "I remember my first day at the Conservatory, accompanied by my family, dressed beautifully and without an oud."

"I was happy with my new world, I remember climbing a staircase with my peers leading up to Solfig Hall, what I remember from my first year of school and what followed is that great desire to learn music and my mother pouring out the water of courage on my face at the doorstep, and then receiving me when I returned. How many photos at the Oujda Institute brought me back to an intimate meal of remembrance. Through it, I recalled the dream of those days. Images of memory flow smoothly into the space of the near far."

"Thus, I became addicted to my lessons for years that stole from my childhood and forced her to ride – early – afterwards..."