When Birds Sang Again. I am not sure if it is because there were less people on the streets or that we started paying more attention from our windows. It was a collective feeling. My brother who lives in Germany messaged me in a rush. He asked me to listen to the unusual sounds of birds at early hours of day. He said it is a sign. Neither of us fathomed what it meant.
When Birds Sang Again is both public and personal. I have seen and documented the emptiness of streets of my city during COVID-19 pandemic and the personal reflection that came with it. Seeing my beloved wary city in lockdown. Taking refuge in my home. Looking out my window. Keeping the same distance from strangers and friends alike; anyone who doesn’t live and eat with me, including my uncle Mustafa who taught me everything about Mathematics and Eslam whose hugs comforted me.















