{"product_id":"the-doors-painting-yasmeen-abdullah","title":"The Doors","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product__description rte quick-add-hidden\"\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003ePainting by: \u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.artalbab.ae\/pages\/yasmeen-abdallah-profile\" title=\"Artist Profile\"\u003eYasmeen Abdallah \u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCheck artist: \u003ca title=\"Prints\" href=\"https:\/\/www.mojogallery.ae\/collections\/yasmeen-abdallah\"\u003ePrints\u003c\/a\u003e  \u003ca title=\"Paintings\" href=\"https:\/\/www.mojogallery.ae\/collections\/yasmeen-abdullah-paintings\"\u003ePaintings\u003c\/a\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eInspired by Palestinian poet: Mahmoud Darwish\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product__description rte quick-add-hidden\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'San Francisco', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003eIt is the door, behind it lies the garden of the heart.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOur things— everything that is ours merges together. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd a door is the door, the door of metaphor, the door of story. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA door that refines September. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA door that returns the fields to the first wheat. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThere is no door to the door, yet I can enter into my exterior, loving what I see and what I do not see.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIs there on earth this tenderness and this beauty, yet no door to the door? \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMy cell illuminates nothing but my interior... \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd peace be upon me, peace upon the wall of sound. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI composed ten poems in praise of my freedom here or there.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e I love the crumbs of sky that slip through the prison window—a meter of light in which horses swim.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e I love nature between autumn and winter, and our jailer's children, and the magazines on the distant sidewalk. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd I composed twenty songs in satire of the place where there is no place for us. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMy freedom: to be as they do not want me to be. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd my freedom: to expand my cell: to continue the song of the door: a door is the door: there is no door to the door, yet I can exit into my interior.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMahmoud Darwish\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yasmeen Abdullah","offers":[{"title":"(100x88)cm \/ Acrylics on canvas \/ Unframed","offer_id":43329203765341,"sku":"","price":1850.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0686\/4168\/5597\/files\/the-doors-yasmeen-abdullah-painting.webp?v=1759094863","url":"https:\/\/www.mojogallery.ae\/products\/the-doors-painting-yasmeen-abdullah","provider":"Mojo Gallery","version":"1.0","type":"link"}