Pictures from an exhibition
In a school in Aleppo the teachers thought to offer the war children some relief and the chance to express their feelings about the war in their own drawings and paintings. So they arranged an exhibition for them in the courtyard of the school. But on that deadly day of 30 April, 2014, the army of Basar Al-Assad had plans of their own. The school was hit by a missile which reduced it to rubble, killing more than 17 children and some adults, and injuring many others, most of whom are in critical conditions.
Nouran Sebsby was one of the children who took part in the exhibition. I saw her painting spattered with blood, being shown on Facebook before I knew she was among the dead children. I gazed at the picture spellbound, horrified. The terror of a child’s clear, instinctive, devastating and piercing vision of the war held me in its grip. So young yet so prophetic and so old, old with the burden of death and blood. When I knew she died in the missile strike, I kept looking at her painting, at the blood which has put the finishing touches to it, blood that might have been her blood. The childNouran saw her own death before it happened and wrote with the brush her own epitaph. Good night Nouran. May the stars shine upon you. I shall say no more. ©Alisar Iram