When we were young, we were unable to convey our needs and feelings to adults, unable to communicate with our families. So, we resorted to crying...
Crying was our most effective way of communicating with our parents, imploring them and telling them about our pain and hunger through it.
Crying is the means of children and their way of expressing what they are unable to clarify through speech. And as we grew up and our language and vocabulary multiplied, we became more capable of expressing ourselves and our feelings and dreams in words.
As a writer, my primary and strongest motivator for writing is the same as the motivator for that child to cry. I write when I feel incapable of expressing what I want to say and convey to people and to myself.
When we long, we write. And when we love, we write. And when separation becomes a dark, harsh, and painful barrier between us and those we love, we write to tell them: I miss you. We invent many ways and many combinations and the most beautiful words, and the most eloquent to express our feelings of helplessness... Helplessness in expressing the description of the extent to which we have reached longing, and our inability to break the distance and revive the connection, so we write...
A single word may fail us, so we compose poetry and write stories, letters, and novels to say "I love you" in a poem, a novel, a drawing, and a song.
Art is our space to break our self-feeling of helplessness, to break the shackles of speech and habit, and to invent the most beautiful ways of expression such as writing, drawing, and singing.
And when our countries become filled with pain, destruction, poverty, oppression, hunger, and misery, we write... We write to express the pain and suffering of our homelands, that pain that has shocked us and trapped us in a bottle that we cannot escape from, so we are unable to breathe, so we write to express this painful situation and the pain in our souls to tell people that we are mourning in our homelands, and our homeland is a widow, and we are its orphans.
Art alone helped us, art alone saved us.
The cold was severe, so we covered ourselves with paper and wrote to break that feeling of helplessness.
We demolished a wall and drew on it. We felt pain, so we sang.
We felt pain, so we composed a new poetic sea, and called it the Sea of Hope.
We wrote in it the poem of our wishes. Therefore, our internal feeling of helplessness is the weapon of the artist to face their isolation.
Overcoming that helplessness through art is the most effective way to create a timeless and beautiful human experience. Let's break all the mirrors and contemplate ourselves, as inside us lies all the beauty.
Maher Daboul
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