Syrian Dreams Project #20 - Untitled (2013)
Name: Tariq A Safieh
Date: March 2013
I was received indifferently, but hatred was dominant. i spent that long time trying to recognize who they are, but I could not tell who these people were. I cannot recall the details of the place where they arrested me. There was a forest and a cinema screen.
As a victim I stood among the executers waiting for someone… they are silent, waiting for orders regarding me. And I was silent looking for any sign to tell who they are. Then the man we were waiting for arrived. He looked like a leader. I looked a bit into his features. He looked like all pimps/leaders. I tried to quickly scan his cloth and its connotations. I remember seeing something I did not understand, but time was not on my side… I took the risk and attempted to rescue myself from a fear, I know nothing of it but a hatred face that dominates the scene.
All things I did or did not do were a waste. This occurred to me when I found that this was not an investigation, but a judgment of my entire life.
Everything now is bizarre and abnormal. Everything I see and comprehend is bizarre, even myself. What am I doing here? It looks like all prisons but people inside are totally free.
I wear a white loose cloth with dirty yellow spots on it. I stand shaken by the aggressive people around me. They too wear white loose clothes with dirty yellow spots on them. Now I recognize it. A group of aggressors and I, this is the punishment then!
They scream all the time and scatter savagely. They move as if this place is their private castle,
I am still observing and thinking, and I don’t recognize my sin/felony.
I wonder what to do? What will I do? Is there a way out?
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