The Uprooted

Naman Hadi; Born Baghdad, Iraq, 1945



Why did it start?
Where would it end?
Deeply uprooted
I pend


A Journey back home – Memoirs of an Iraqi woman (April 2004)

The journey to the Arab World started by an Islamic greeting wishing us Peace. That was followed by a verse from the Holy Quran reminding us that we are only able to accomplish, if GOD allow us to do so. (i.e. flying high in the sky to our destination – in this occasion)

During the flight, she was searching the radio  for a soothing classical music, when she discovered something better ‘a Quran recitation’ channel!!  Welcome to the Arab World – The World of Peace though very far from it.

As the plane approached Jordan, Baghdad was shown on the map. Tears raced to her eyes with one question In her mind ‘would I manage to get there?’

And Jerusalem

As they were flying over Jerusalem, her eyes were trying to catch its midnight lights then wandered to meet another Arab woman’s eyes – they both had the same look, sorrow, unspoken thoughts, and questions… Questions such as ‘ for how long will we keep looking from a distance?’ …..

The Arabic heart heavily throbbing with pain, and what a pain…

“Gentlemen, now that I understand the law, I want to make a dangerous         
confession. I swim in the sea every day, which belongs to the State of Israel and
not the city of Haifa, and I do not have a permit to enter the sea.”

I have another confession as well: “I enjoy the weather in the city of Haifa, and the weather belongs to the State of Israel and not the city of Haifa. I do not have a permit to enter the weather because the sky I see above me does not belong to Haifa, and I do not have a permit to sit under the sky.”

Then you ask for a permit to live in the wind, and they smile.

Read more:

The Blue text is an extract from:

Journal of an Ordinary Grief 

Diary of Plain Sadness’ (1973). In vivid prose, Mahmoud Darwish illustrates to the reader the grief of his diary written by ordinary Palestinians, how they have become strangers in their own land. Every day has a sadness and every hour has a heavy heart. Home…but each moment is pain. He expresses, in the way that can be explained, of fresh human feelings that are nevertheless, oppressed.

The poet goes on, in depth, of this grief; expressed in the language of the meaning of transparent specifics of a thousand colours. Sacrificing the look of the mental paintings drawing the attention of the reader, associating each with the endless struggle.


About the painting

Naman Hadi; Born Baghdad, Iraq, 1945. Graduated AFA, 1967; Diploma Painting, Academy of Fine Arts, Paris, 1977. Commissioned to paint frescoes in Vaucluse Castle, France. Founder of the Academicians Iraqi Art Group. Taught art in Baghdad and at the Acadami du Feu, Paris, 1974.

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