This sitara decorated our wall in Sana’a, then Tunis and now Lille. It desperately needs to be washed but I don’t want to lose the bukhoor scent of a ‘once upon a time’ qat filled room. I’m afraid that if the smell disappears or the colors lose their vibrancy, then I would be deprived of a lifeline to a place I had called home.
Proudly showcasing this cultural heritage is my way of saying: Yemen is beautiful no matter what ugly things human beings do to it. Yemen will survive. I can’t control anything that’s happening in Yemen, but I can make sure to keep Yemen’s culture and traditions alive, one piece of dirty old fabric at a time.