We move through the world skimming its surfaces, glancing, but never truly seeing. Walls, pavements, facades, and fragments of our surroundings dissolve into the background of our hurried lives. We pass them by, consumed by our screens, oblivious to the stories they hold.

Yet, surfaces are not silent. They bear traces of time, of human hands and divine interventions. They whisper of history, of erosion, of touch. In the tension between public and private, between the sacred and the mundane, these textures speak—if only we pause to listen.

This work is an invitation: a confrontation between sight and perception. To not just look, but to truly see.

In Arabic, see is
The command form from 'ra' to the masculine singular is 'ra' And if we direct it to the feminine singular, it becomes "re"

Each scene unfolds like a page in an unwritten book—telling a story, revealing a lesson, exposing contrast, and uncovering hidden layers. Some whisper of time’s passage, while others echo with the weight of history. They are not just images but dialogues, not just compositions but reflections of our world. Each surface, each detail, invites us to pause, to question, to see beyond what is immediately visible.