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The Sitara

 First published on Laformoisie.

Sitara

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.

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