Mahragan is usually pervasive, issuing from Cairo’s cafes, taxis, tuk-tuks, and the speakers youthful males attach to their motorbikes. A number of people hate it because it’s jarring, Particularly in comparison to the standard fare of lavishly orchestrated ballads or the prim chigga-chigga defeat of sentimental Arab pop songs.Mina Girgis, an E