My daughter hasn't visited her mama's birthplace yet. I'll keep drawing it for her until she does.
First published on Laformoisie. 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… Continue reading The Sitara
Imagine spending hours in an overcrowded unventilated room. No matter where you turn, your nose itches with confusion after involuntarily inhaling a mix of perfumed sweat, cigarettes, and incense. Doesn't sound appealing, right? Well, that's how I felt at times when I was living in Yemen. Yet now, I am saddened by the fact that I… Continue reading It’s always time for the Tufruta
Sana'a is a must no matter how long the journey.