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This is *Nippalony and my entry for the Collab contest themed 'Protection' on the Artismurder website.

We both wanted to present artwork that is powerful yet depicting reality simultaneously.

This is the story of a young girl’s heartbreaking life with a child of her own.
Her life has caused her to develop a vile revulsion to life and has driven her
to protect her child from the evil of the world which she herself was subjected
to on several occasions due to a lack of protection.

This piece, consequently, discusses both the loss and gain of protection at once.

We bring to you, Ganaat, or Heavens.

"My name is Ganaat.
It means “Heavens” in Arabic.
Let me introduce you to my
version of heaven.

At the ripe age of 14,
I was dreaming of oriental sweets
dripping with sugar,
dripping down my arm.

At the ripe age of 14,
I was married off for money.

I had a baby girl.
I called her “Rahma”.

[Mercy]

He divorced me.

And threw me out onto the streets.

I live selling tissue paper,
Selling bread,
Selling anything
That I can.

I’ve been thrown into police stations.
I sell without a license.
Raped by police men.
By criminals.
By women in the night.

Today I wiped my blood off the floor,
Nobody will know the truth.
I was hurt and threatened to be slashed and torn.
More. Again and again.

But I am already torn.
I am already slashed.

I am.

I am.

I am Mercy.
But I’ll make sure
My daughter, Mercy,
Will never be subjected.
I will protect
And I will overcome.

My name is Ganaat.
Welcome to my heaven."

--

Amy and I worked great as a team, even though we live so very far away. We both took the photos for this piece. I took the one of the two girls while Amy shot the one of herself with blood. We both edited the pictures together and wrote the description. It was a very good team effort and we are pleased with our result.

Description
This is *Nippalony and my entry for the Collab contest themed 'Protection' on the Artismurder website.

We both wanted to present artwork that is powerful yet depicting reality simultaneously.

This is the story of a young girl’s heartbreaking life with a child of her own.
Her life has caused her to develop a vile revulsion to life and has driven her
to protect her child from the evil of the world which she herself was subjected
to on several occasions due to a lack of protection.

This piece, consequently, discusses both the loss and gain of protection at once.

We bring to you, Ganaat, or Heavens.

"My name is Ganaat.
It means “Heavens” in Arabic.
Let me introduce you to my
version of heaven.

At the ripe age of 14,
I was dreaming of oriental sweets
dripping with sugar,
dripping down my arm.

At the ripe age of 14,
I was married off for money.

I had a baby girl.
I called her “Rahma”.

[Mercy]

He divorced me.

And threw me out onto the streets.

I live selling tissue paper,
Selling bread,
Selling anything
That I can.

I’ve been thrown into police stations.
I sell without a license.
Raped by police men.
By criminals.
By women in the night.

Today I wiped my blood off the floor,
Nobody will know the truth.
I was hurt and threatened to be slashed and torn.
More. Again and again.

But I am already torn.
I am already slashed.

I am.

I am.

I am Mercy.
But I’ll make sure
My daughter, Mercy,
Will never be subjected.
I will protect
And I will overcome.

My name is Ganaat.
Welcome to my heaven."

--

Amy and I worked great as a team, even though we live so very far away. We both took the photos for this piece. I took the one of the two girls while Amy shot the one of herself with blood. We both edited the pictures together and wrote the description. It was a very good team effort and we are pleased with our result.