Moaiad Rajabi

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We sometimes think that the past has passed; however, if we look at our hearts, we find out that the memories of family warmth have never left our hearts. We always have that desire inside to go back in time to the purity of our childhood when our grandparents house was our safe refuge. I was looking for something in my father’s closet when I found an old picture of my grandmother. She was smiling gracefully. My grandmother passed away in 2009. After her death, the fire of conflict spread between my uncles as they started to fight around the inheritance. Six brothers who lived in neighboring buildings, couple of meters apart, but were mentally very separate. Enraging disagreements continued to sneak into their heads; some days intensifying and others calming down. Then, the conflict accelerated in the family as it developed into violent physical and psychological fights. This work consists of a family archive which I have collected from my father and some of my uncles. It also includes a video scan of my grandmother’s house which will take you on a journey between the past and the present and lots of childhood memories which are buried under the dust.