Age Of Mircle
Video Art & Installation – Poem translated from Arabic..
Poem translated from Arabic..
“I always heard that the pain of childbirth is unbearable
though my pregnancy was of another kind and my labour
was slow making my pain like blood drops
seepage in an elevated gutter after the first rain …
It falls drop after drop as a cruel torturing I am
not used to … As a mass of light it lit the world
and crept rebelling from my cervix …
My womb narrowed on hear so it looked for
a world to contain here … Or it matured of
the fire of my heart and can’t bear its
warmth … I will continue my way as a
mother … Because a mother needs time
to understand that here embryo is
now independent of her world …”