We made the pictures together. She wore her prayer garment backward. She held what I brought into the room and I photographed her.
I was alone with the prints for a long time.
Yellow came first. The body makes decisions before the mind arrives. I drew over the surface until something settled, then I photographed that too. Then I printed it. Framed it in white.
Stood back.
Hasra, حسرة. It returns. It already knows your house, your light, the particular way you stand when you don't know what else to do.
I have been here before. My father was the first time.
