I as a poet, and Sadiq as a photographer, we view this artwork as an embodiment of the spirit of art in its general artistic form, and a renewal of confidence in ourselves and our parents in its particular form.
We worked on the idea of trusting their memory and on the lines of dreams that they drew in its convolutions, and we took it by the hand to make it a reality, just as they previously took our hand. They are our trust, and we are the trust of our children.
My father
who grew old suddenly.
Once, when my mother departed,
once, when the war started
and several times,
when longing knocked on his heart’s door.
I remember from the past happiness
how my father
has kept up the hope.
He woke up early
fearing the birds would beat him
to the house’s jasmine flower.
I am your daughter, father;
the shadow of your memories is with me.
I trust their steps towards me.
I am still like you
keeping up the happiness.