Sara Arabic Violet: Myers ((install))

Sara Myers never knew her grandmother. Not really. All she had was a name— Violet —and a rumor that she had once sung in the gardens of old Damascus.

Sara closed her eyes. She didn't hear words so much as feel them: centuries of women drawing water, singing lullabies, hiding prayers in embroidery, planting violet seeds in broken jars. Her grandmother’s laughter. Her mother’s grief. Her own loneliness—translated at last. sara arabic violet myers

“Today,” she told her students, “we’re not learning grammar. We’re learning how to say ‘I remember’ in Arabic.” Sara Myers never knew her grandmother

She knelt and whispered in Arabic: “I am Sara. Daughter of Layla. Granddaughter of Violet.” hiding prayers in embroidery