Across my great grandparents' home lies a world of traditional textiles.

August 16th, 2015, 3am

In the heart of Libya lies a city. This city contains all of the remnants of what Libyan culture used to be like; how people used to live, old houses that are now empty, street names made out of marble, mosques created with the most exquisite details; you name it.

What intrigued me the most was the way the workers created fabric. Past the small tourist shops and the jewelry stores in this city lies a narrow road that leads to my great grandparents’ home. Next to this abandoned street lies what’s still remaining of the old folks who still run a business in creating traditional Tripoli-Libyan textiles.

I was lucky enough to see it. I was more than lucky when the man in charge offered to show us around, take pictures, and try to make a lil something.

This was a once in a lifetime thing.

This will be a story that I would love to share and to tell and hold onto in my memories for as long as I live.

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Hedaya Kelani

lover of arts. warrior. princess. poet. dreamer.

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