Size: 120cm x 180cm

Paper: Hahnemühle Photo Rag®

Daliah is a Palestinian-Iranian woman. Far from her roots, she was born and raised in Germany, with the traditional songs whispered by her mother and the tales of empires and freedom fighters told by her father to put her to sleep. 

” ‘Filthy foreigner’ – those two words belong to my earliest memory. It was in Kindergarten when young children told me that they couldn’t play with me because I was filthy and foreign – words their parents would teach them shamelessly, words that were accepted by the teachers, as most of them openly agreed. So during my first steps into society, my first attempts of socializing, I was surrounded by hatred and forced into the sphere of ‘otherness’ “. When she was six years old she visited her mother’s homeland for the first time. ‘The holy land’ – as her mother would call it with a bitter-sweet smile. She would talk about olive trees, the landscape, historical monuments. But Daliah was too young to feel the pain in her voice whenever she would speak of breathing in the air of freedom that would run from the river to the sea. But what Daliah saw from her “home” was anything but holy. The olive trees were surrounded by checkpoints controlled by armed men, women screaming at them in a language that was not her mother’s tongue. A place where death is at the corner, as she witnessed the execution of a simple ice cream vendor while she was walking by his shop. Right there, in front of her eyes … Today Daliah lives in Berlin. She is a Msc graduate from the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS) where she focused on conflict, violence, and development, words that stick to her home.