A Tuesday with no van at the door
In his story, Faiz was fourteen when his father's delivery van didn't turn up at the door one morning. Ibrahim left without a fight and without a note, and in Barka the neighbors gave up asking within ten days. That silence taught him that it isn't always discretion — sometimes it's a van-shaped hole. The portrait doesn't show any of that: just his calm face, facing forward. He carries the rest underneath.







