The fifth Christmas card for the National Institute of Flamenco - what is now this Muslim's favorite winter drawing tradition;)
Merry Christmas to all of my friends who celebrate ✨
diplomatic valves malfunctioning
The Mataqi home after so many years, with all affection. The mosque on the corner, leaning on people we love - life long friends who helped my mom take care of my dad the last few weeks of his life in their home.
Grim politics and saffron cake
Areej and the sea cats.
Al-Andalous, Ardiya, the lightheartedness she brings.
Ahmed by chance
The Yemeni next to me had a cake for her sister from Chicago to Jeddah. Qatar is attacked by Israel. In-transit flight home, I eat dates.
my living room
My Sister the Apple Tree written by Jamal Saeed and Jordan Scott in the @soi128.bsky.social original art exhibit!
Under the quiet New Mexican sky
Palestinians in Albuquerque's Westside have no right of return, and are so generous with the little they have.
In the home of my mom's dear friend Iman, growing fruit trees in the mesa suburb.
I listened to María
at the Zamora family party
My first book was one of ten New York Times Best Illustrated, an NPR Best Book, an Ezra Jack Keats Honor for illustration, and received an award from the UN Human Rights Commission for art that brings visibility to minority, indigenous, and stateless rights.
zahramarwan.com
#kidlitartpostcard
From Seeing the Same Sky
16x20in
Acrylic on Canvas
Glaze on low intensity
“I got a halal bathing suit”
“Our bathing suits are definitely not halal”
Tatreez and flowers all around her, chicken shawarma and cola, the Rio Grande Pool with Ameerah
@ameerahbadr.bsky.social
The fortune teller, the bakers pants, my mom's dream after my father's death, the coffee reading #portfolioday
This means so much to me. Thank you Priscilla!
Thank you Jessie 🥰
Hello #kidlitartpostcard
I write and illustrate books on migration, statelessness, war, art, friendship, and often a deep love of the Middle East and it's intricacies.
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Mabrouk Nabil, this is so well-deserved. I wish I lived close enough to go see it.
I have a letter my father left me that says "I sleep oppressed, knowing at least that I'm not an oppressor"
In the Grief Issue of
@arablit.bsky.social
