When the Tank approached, my mom stuck to her olive tree, her body clutched to the tree trunk, her arms surrounded it as if she was pacifying her terrified daughter… and the tank kept proceeding, shaking the ground, while my mom was embracing her tree. She was unconscious to what was going around her. Her world was untied with the tree’s world.
|Dimensions||20 × 14 × 2 cm|
I grew up to the smell of the Yesmeen flower in my mother’s garden. Yesmeen, the Arabic name for the Jasmin flower, reminds me of my region, the Middle East, and evokes in me a sense of nostalgia. READ MORE ..