Hebron

Hebron — A City of Stone, Spirit, and Silent Witness Through my lens, Hebron emerges not just as a city—but as a living museum, a battlefield of memory, and a quiet testament to faith and endurance. From the winding alleys of the Old City to the towering minarets and ancient markets of Bab al-Khan and Bab al-Zawiya, Hebron carries centuries on its shoulders. The textures of its stones tell stories of prophets and tradesmen, settlers and shepherds. The Ibrahimi Mosque (Al-Haram Al-Ibrahimi), with its solemn symmetry and biblical reverence, anchors the city’s soul, surrounded by a community fragmented yet fiercely rooted. In my photographs, I sought not only the visible contrast between occupation and daily life, but also the invisible threads: the dignity of the shopkeeper opening his stall under surveillance cameras, the child’s kite tangled in barbed wire, the silent gaze of an old woman watching time pass beneath Ottoman archways. Hebron is raw, layered, and unapologetically complex. And yet, through its people, it radiates a stubborn beauty—an unspoken promise that life continues, despite everything.