When she played the old silent film next to her new one, something miraculous happened. The old grandmother on the screen stopped weaving. She turned her head, looked directly at the camera (and thus, across time, at Shahd), and smiled. She pointed to the golden thread.
Shahd traveled to Damascus. In an old souk, she found a dusty shop. Behind a wall of pomegranate crates, hidden for forty years, was the actual tapestry from the film. shahd fylm Threads-Our Tapestry of Love mtrjm - may syma 1
She filmed the process. She called her film: . When she played the old silent film next
