Medium: Photographic documentation
I was born on March 7, 2000, and 50 days later, I became an immigrant in a beautiful city called Muscat, Oman— a place that I called home for the next 20 years of my life even after knowing that one day this place will be taken away from me. The memories I had growing up seem like a mirage to me in Muscat’s scorching heat and desert sand. It is all there in that space, but that space is not really mine. I was an unwelcomed guest. These half-burnt images are my diary about my frustrations, an angst of separation from a home that is no longer willing to welcome me. This is my journey as I course through this beautiful land, its scorching heat and soothing sea-shores one last time to compile my memoir of Muscat, Oman.
