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The Unfurling Process of Displacement through the Experience of the Artist-Abdelmagied Afifi

I. "Hose burning "

When I was in the first displacement, I thought it was a trip and not a displacement. I returned to our home and then was displaced a second time. I was reassuring myself that I was not displaced, just visiting relatives. I visited the relatives and got bored for a little while, then I got bored for a long time.

Then I became completely bored. Then I became certain that this was a displacement. I did not convince myself of this displacement. I think because there was no tent or vehicle in the desert. There was no one to provide us with flour, lentils, cameras, some speeches, and the conversation of the Franks. And the cars did not intersect before our eyes.

A four-wheel drive vehicle carrying colorful flags and some medicines. This seems like a different displacement: to be hungry while you are silent, and to manage your life through family, friends, and some acquaintances. This is a strange displacement that mixes between visits, vacation, and some discovery of what we do not know about the country.

In reality, it is our entire country. This country is amazing with its vast plains, water, fertile land, cows and sheep, and spacious pastures, plains of crops, forests of mangoes, bananas, guavas, and whatever creatures desire, and of acacia and thorns as well.

A displaced person in a critical robe. I do not like the life of those to whom I was displaced. Some of them have no water or electricity, and some of them do not cultivate the land until autumn arrives, and in a very primitive manner, despite the presence of water throughout the year, and children outside the framework of education, health, and life. I was amazed at the UNICEF report that there are 9,000 or 9,000,000 children who will be affected.  Because of the war, in education and health???????

What did we do to them first?

In fact, there was no country

It seems that we were living in an association that ran the Khartoum region, and not a government that knew anything about Sudan.

We didn't see all of that.

I am now displaced. I am displaced to the truth. I am displaced from the falsehood. This war is important for us to take a clear position. We know everything and we have no excuse. We must not leave these people on the margins of life. Let us benefit from what their land produces, which they cultivate to make ends meet only. They must go higher than that, and they deserve it.  Better than that. They are our flesh and blood, our support in times of crisis. They deserve the best.

Thanks for the exodus


November 1, 2023 



Afifi on his work with displaced children -Click here to listen


III. Displacement

When I left the door behind me and before leaving the house, I was surprised by my children’s laughter on the wall of the room. It stuck to the whiteness of the wall with its white color so that thieves would not see it. It was as white as their steps in front of the threshold of the house, and their fingerprints on the door were white. They carried a lifetime of fingerprints, and our laughter has been stuck to the ceiling since we discovered their voices.

I will only lose some dilapidated furniture. Which I decided to get rid of because it had become a burden and some material things that could be acquired.

As for my memories and dreams, I carry them in my mind along with some ideas in one basket inside the brain.

You won't steal it.



These works are part of a series called "Displacement"- نزوح

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