Red Sun

Acrylic On Canvas Painting By : 

Yasmeen Abdullah -

A square meter in prison is the door, what lies behind it is the paradise of the heart.

Our things, everything we have, merge together. And a door is the door, the door of metaphor, the door of the story.

A door that refines September. A door that returns the fields to the first wheat.

There is no door to the door, yet I can enter into my outside, loving what I see and what I don't see.

 Is there on earth this coyness and this beauty, and no door to the door?

 My cell illuminates nothing but my interior... and peace be upon me, peace upon the wall of sound. I composed ten poems in praise of my freedom.

Mahmoud Darwish