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POSTCARD #1

in ,

Sabah el nour,

We just arrived and everything is alright, alhamdullilah.
We had tea with the family, the beach is beautiful and the people are nice and welcoming.
I hope everything is going just fine back home, we miss you. 

Salam.

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About Mohini's Postcards - This project is one of the most important of my artworks, as it was deeply rooted in the identity part of my work. The " 10 POSTCARDS" project is a fictive exchange between two lovers who are separated for a certain amount of time, because of a specific event that I purposely didnt develop - it could be anything, whether holidays in the homeland or something else. I chose to mix languages to give off a feeling of constant motion, having to move from one place to another without having the time to adapt to any. These postcards follow a person's trip with their families, who learns more about themselves while they're away from their country of adoption. While losing sight of familiar faces, they get in touch with people that resemble them, making them calmer and more organised in their thoughts. I wanted to express the feeling I've always felt of not belonging anywhere because I was too mixed, but simultaneously belonging everywhere, reconnecting with your/my-self through languages, in countries that are completely new to you/me yet being from there. The here, and there, and who, and (re)connection with the self, the death of "otherness" allowing us to erase the ego.

INGLORIOUS // SAEED RASHED & NIHAL ABDILATTIF

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My heart lies in nostalgia

My heart lies in an ancient land

The ruins were not so ruined

Had the love been loved? 

Had the cold been told

That there's a flame awaiting after falling back? 

Stuck in the future and in my aspirations 

It began to feel like growing up is equivalent to falling from grace.

And every winter the ledge decided to grow taller

And here I am seeming smaller to the abyss 

With every winter the transparent pain wrapped itself around me tighter for a status.

My pen is running dry as I'm writing myself this

"Dismiss

Dismiss"

I kept murmuring to myself. 

But I shall return to this sentimental self of mine with a whole lot of ink

For I am afraid I will get stuck again

In my future and in my aspirations

I yearn for another beam of light 

In the ruins of my emotions 

In the glory of my love 

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text // saeed rashed
art // nihal abdilattif