While scrolling my facebook homepage yesterday morning, I came across this painting, and for a moment I felt my heart stop. It is by Syrian/Kurd Artiest and newly made friend Zuhair Hassib.
In a comment I made on his post; I asked about the painting’s name, and in a unexpected, humbling, and albeit slightly unnerving gesture of kindness he asked me to give it a name. Almost two days passed, and still I find myself at loss for a name that is able to convey the emotions it conjured within me.
Two weeks after my father was assassinated, I gave birth to my second son, and one day during those two weeks I wrote: “Standing balancing myself over a thin line, the divide slicing through life, cutting it in half, death and birth. One foot in the world of darkness, the other in the world of light.”
Darkness was all around me, it was pushing my children and my husband away. It grew and swelled up like the puffy belly of a roadkill left to rot on the side of a highway, it reeked of anger and desperation, and it demanded time.
Losing my father the way I did, separated from my family who were caught in throws of war, and ISIS making home right next door, left the first two years of my second son’s life in a blur. I don’t know how they went by, but I do know why.
They went by because the world of light and life to which my two boys belong; shone upon my darkness, and I was able to see once more. It was with them, through them, for them, that I began to live again.
Children do not ask to be born into the cruelty of this world, their tenderness and innocence strikes a sharp contrast to the reality of how ugly and unjust it can be, yet they bare it, and weather its storms better then the toughest of us. And if we are open enough to learn, to understand, to be enlightened, we would see that it is to their vulnerability that mountains kneel, and to their pure souls that the gates to the heavens open wide.
We think that it is us who protect and guard our children, but in reality I think it’s the other way around, and that it’s them who are our saviors. My children were mine, they were my deliverance.
Therefore and in honer of all the little angles out there delivering us from the pits of darkness I name the painting “Deliverance”. In the hope that Mr. Zuhair Hassib accepts it.
© 2017 Nora M. Barghati (All Rights Reserved)
Art by Zuhair Hassib