19/11/2015 Paris France Gianluca John Attanasio
Muslim mother in Paris
[T]he face of a mother (an elderly Muslim woman sitting on a bus in Paris, a few days ago). In her eyes I caught expressions of pain. Maybe resignation. Maybe just a veil of sadness. Then I followed, with my mind, the lines of her wrinkles, recognizing in them the contradictory fate of each human being. In the end, I thought: even if this world is falling into hells of human madness, the eyes of a mother, looking beyond her origins, her political or religious identities … Well, the eyes of a mother will always speak the same, pure universal language: the language of the heart … (Gianluca John Attanasio)
