Ha'lom & Lechem חלום ולחם | Dream & Bread
Rêve & Pain | Alhilm & Walkhubz الحلم والخبز
I was born into war.
The beginning of any story sets the tone.
It carries meaning.
My roots wind down all the way to the heart of war
but not only.
When the dreams started coming to me, I was shown two rivers, flowing powerfully right next to each other - in the same direction.
One river told the story of war
hard, brutal, unforgiving
something we see with our regular eyes.
We are used to this story,
It is familiar to us, like how the world is.
The other river is wide, shimmering with flashes of gold, it is the quiet one, to see it we need to pay attention.
I dream intensely about war,
but the other river gifts me with its own dreams and visions.
The opposite of war, says the quiet river, is not peace, but magic. It carries what we cannot see. What we cannot imagine in our ordinary lives.
I decided to listen to the other river.