  
  
During winter vacation, my mother visited Lahore and spent three months in my studio, collaborating on numerous paintings. Here, she expressed her thoughts on dyed cotton, using a sign language reminiscent of her experiences in childhood. After a long time spent together in the studio, my mother shared many inside stories of her journey from Afghanistan when the Soviet Union invaded. They became refugees, spending time in refugee camps. This series of paintings reflects that era, depicting simple huts, zigzag lines, and more, encapsulating the essence of those times.

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A conversation with mother about the dividing lines