The Magic Carpet

The last time I was in Damascus the city of my birth I got this carpet, and this is the only item that I kept after leaving the country. I realised that I threw away most of my things, maybe I wanted to become free from the backward legacy of my country and abolish the history that was carried through the things I got rid of. I wanted to make space for the life that lay ahead of me. I kept this carpet as a sign of my oriental roots which are colourful, happy, and welcoming. I needed to get rid of all my stuff and forget some of my history in order for me to move on. Conservative community took so much from a girl‘s soul, and for me, I still need to put all of this behind me and move on.