To every context, a saying
For every numerator, there is a denominator to be divided by
If my numerator and my denominator were the same
I would be divided by myself to become one that cannot be divided and hence disappear
This perfection in nothingness with the absence of infinity and creation
This mask has two eyes
An eye for you and an eye to watch on you
An eye through which we observe our defaults
The other is no longer yours!
This mask has a mouth, that speaks but silence
It is a bizarre mask yet one that is closer to the heart
You might ask how can love and hate be both represented in one face
Is this illogical calculation the pillow of art?
“The braids of the princess were untangled by some thrilling wind”
This mask is for this emptiness
For me and for you
To disappear behind it and around it, and time bestows itself upon us
Nothing will separate us
Nothing shall unite us but letters
The lightness of (fā’ in Arabic Alphabet) and the nostalgia of (ḥā’ in Arabic Alphabet) to Aleppo
The necessity of (ḍād in Arabic Alphabet) and the silence of (ṣād in Arabic Alphabet)
As if they are from us, and we had enough tiredness, enough reproach
They are like names describing their adjectives
No immigration to the past
Immigration is a future verb with only nostalgia as a motive to carry us on, as memories
Wafa Hourani - Palestinian Artist - Photography - Science Fiction