“I started after the death of my husband—several months after. My doctor asked, ‘What are you doing?’ I said, ‘Sometimes I watch TV or sometimes I read my holy book.’ He said, ‘Is that all?’ I said, ‘I don’t know.’ He said, ‘No, try to make something. Make crochet or something to fill your time. Don’t just sit like that and wait for your death. You have to do something.’

“So I began. I didn’t succeed with the crochet you know…” she chuckles.

And so begins a story of resilience, a story of a battered seed re-blooming into something beautiful after a long, hard winter: the story of Suhad and her art. 
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