1- Object 1, mixed media sculpture, 57 × 40 × 40 cm, 2017
2- Object 2, mixed media sculpture, 37 × 40 × 40 cm, 2017
3- object 3, Wood object Installation, 120x 85, 182, 2018
4- drawings on paper, 2017
As children, we grew up listening to the song “Bilad al Urb Awtani”. We sang this song and drifted to a dreamlike world where, after taking off from Palestine, we moved to Baghdad then Egypt then Tetouan then Najad and Yemen. This song brought happiness and hope to our hearts. It made us believe that even if Palestine was lost, other countries will become our home. It was a cheerful childish dream, a too good to be true kind of illusion. Too soon, the dream was gone and this big watan (homeland) was shattered into pieces due to politics, wars, sectarianism, and ethnicity. Reality was a proof that this song only entailed an illusion, and it was nothing more than a romantic creation of a romantic poet. The song with its title, “Bilad al Urb Awtani”, became suitable for black sarcasm.