Hebatallah Abdelhady

Holding on to this darkness is the only thing that is delivering me from falling into it. It is my home, my armor. It is who I am. 

I am walking through the damage like revisiting a site after a hurricane.

I don’t know you, but the idea of you breaks me into a thousand pieces. 

Today I took a short voyage in time, uncovering what the water buried in the sand.

One must ask if they’re aware of what a stranger sees looking at them. Do they see the same stars sparkling or just a hint of light? It’s beautiful what you can find in the ruins of the soul.