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Issue 01

may 2023

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AL sarab

السراب

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Edited by Ayah Darwich

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A Zora Productions Zine

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Graphic Design by Simone Wang

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Acknowledgement of country

Zora productions acknowledges the Traditional Owners of Country throughout Australia. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and future and recognise that sovereignty was never ceded. We are grateful for this platform to share art with each other in a place where indigenous people told stories many years ago.


Always was and always will be Aboriginal land.

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A letter from the editor

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Zora Productions presents:

Al Sarab

السراب

Zora productions is a collective of POC inspiring change and diversity within Australian media by creating and sharing our art with each other. Our first zine includes photography, poetry and illustrations all based on the concept Al Sarab (السراب) meaning the mirage or illusion. I am beyond excited to feature the works of so many talented artists in this issue and grateful for the opportunity to foster community and representation.


Zora productions was started in 2021 with 5 friends who had the goal of making films about whatever we wanted in the sacred space we found with each other. I realised how special this was while making our first short film 'Abjection.' The feeling of working with solely POC women and non-binary creators was one that I had never experienced before and my ambition is to make these spaces more accessible to the people who need them.


As an artist I am really privileged to be able to pursue my passion. I grew up in Liverpool going to a all girls Muslim school where the women I know have distinct voices, personalities and are incredibly determined. Some of them are more talented, funnier and disciplined than me but were constantly told that there wasn't a place for them to do what they love in Australia. I always think about the amazing art we could have if we weren't taught to believe that our perspectives didn't matter. I think about the art we could have made if our countries weren't colonised, and the people we would be if we weren't taught subservience and assimilation. That is the space I hope to create.

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Artists & Contributions

Ayesha Baig

Fatima Naqvi

Aysenur Kara

Angela Yarad

Marmi Alatipi

Zeynep Nevzat

Divya


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Nat Loos

Karen Leong

Vanessa Nilam

Ayla Yuyucuoglu

Amira Akhtar

Jessie Crossman

Tara Tajdini

Zeinab Mahfoud


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A meant to be mine

Ayesha Baig

Lahore’s icy winds were made to stick to my bones, Its cool air was made to wrap comfort around my arms.


Here, summer at the beach is picturesque, but I lack the warmth of feeling safe.


The food produced from the villages was grown to revitalise my body,

The water of Lahore was meant to course through my veins and heal my traumas.

Here, cuisines are countless, but I need to have dinner in Auburn to feel the taste of home.


The antiques gathering dust in Lahore Fort were preserved for me to admire,

The rays of radiance shine on Sheesh Mahal so I could highlight myself with Pakistan’s history,


The palace in Shahi Qila was built with love for me to live in one day,

Not to visit as a tourist.


Fulfilling, chaotic breakfasts, Spending the entire day in amusement parks with cousins. And fighting over who won that game of Ludo in the middle of the night.

These experiences were meant to be consistent family fun days, not rarities.

Here, I have many friends, yet I find myself talking to the walls, and praying that my voice will reverberate into the laughter of my aunties and uncles.


The untold stories of my royal heritage were supposed to be shared through generations, not gentrified by non-desi authors to romanticise the British Raj.


Here, my belongings and my life resides,

but not my heart.


Don’t be disillusioned. Living in Australia, although stable, is a life lived with a gaping hole in the


shape of my family, my homeland, and the roots of my upbringing.

In Urdu, there is a word for extreme sorrow, a heavy grief of any sort; غم [gh-um].


غم is what I feel when that hole is triggered,


غم is what I feel when I remember how distant my entire family is from me,

and the infinite غم of every one of my ancestors weighs me down.

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Kawthar

Graphite drawing on paper

Kawthar is a drawing of a veil splayed out like a river. The artist compares rivers, making reference to their giving, nourishing and life sustaining nature, to the hijab, as an oasis which is abundant, warm and liberating. The artist also draws a broader reference to femininity, referencing the chapter “Kawthar” in the Quran, (Muslim holy book) which was revealed after the holy prophet Muhammad was ridiculed for not having any sons to continue his lineage. In a way, the chapter “Kawthar” honours feminine power, as it references the Prophets daughter Fatima and her work in going on to spread the message of Islam down many generations. “Kawthar” is the name of a river in paradise and it means “abundance”.

Fatima Naqvi

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“Come to success”

حي علي الفلاح – حي علي الفلاح

Aysenur Kara

“Come to success" (excerpt from the call to prayer) is an installation that encapsulates my sense of place.

It conveys details of my identity, faith and experiences as an individual.


Through my process of experimentation, I chose to utilise the positions in prayer, I wanted to make this concept more universal by including a subtle persona within the cut outs, to reach a larger audience. The complexities of my culture, religion and nationality are further conveyed in a three-piece collage.

I have combined a haze of maps, photos and memories, layering Arabic words from the Quran over the images to showcase a greater level of importance on these theological attributes.


The words featured in my work include: Tawakkul (تَوَكُّل) meaning a perfect trust in god and his plan alone, Sabr (صَبْرٌ) meaning patience and endurance and Addaba (أدب) meaning discipline and refinement.



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Under

Construction

Project 94

Aysenur Kara

“Under Construction” is a curated series of photographs apart of 'Project 94' that depicts the heritage and culture my immigrant family carries within them and it's impact upon the rest of us born here. Personally, aiding to transform my creative practice into what it is today. I pay homage to those that passed on these skills and traditions to women in my family that now teach them to me. Most importantly I made this with the aim of ensuring that these traditions and skills never end and are passed on to my children and their children’s children.


Project 94 is a personal project that I have been working on over the past year, that evaluates the people, culture, traditions and history that make my identity as a Australian Turk. Steering away from the commonly used narrative within the media, this series is not just about representation but also to help others understand that we are just like everyone else. That regardless of where we come from, we are all shaped by our family and our history.

Being a second generation from an immigrant family, has taught me many lessons but most importantly it has immensely informed my creative practice. For a long period of time I believed that my cultural and religious identity was something that hindered my creative ambitions. That my position in the creative world would lack significance because I didn’t meet the “standards” of the western art world. Despite this I chose to strive and as it turns out the answer had been within me this whole time.


Between the never-ending Turkish recipes from my aunts, my Babanne's endless folklore stories, her patience in weaving and stitching clothes for us, my mother’s relentless attitude to teach us Turkish and the first photoshop skills I learnt from my sister. The list is endless and the stories, skills and recipes continue to grow as I get older. This is potent in the series, because in my practice and self reflection; my art is always changing and growing. So when people ask my where or what inspires me to be an “artist". This is the answer.

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Under

Construction

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Angela Yarad

Mary never held me

I rocked myself

silently

never disturbing the women beside me.

I must breathe through whatever it is this anxiety

is trying to pull me away from


It will not consume me

though all signs point to my death

The destruction of the soul

is the act of giving into the fear

and the shame of the emptiness the following day.


So often I believe I will be placed among those greats

who were glorified for what they could have been

whose internal traumas were too much to handle for more than a decade of trying.

But I don’t want to run away like them

To a safe place they couldn’t find before,


Like the arms of Mary

Great sheets glistening

to the holy celestial white noise

of the cloaking

made blue for its richness of symbolism.


Shades of

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Sway me

like the golden incense

beneath candlelit domes of silence

holding nothing but steady bell tolls and soft murmurs

Blinding iconography.

These people could not have been so real

as to have walked the soil I have walked


It is why I am so removed from them

and why these war times make it impossible for me to know them

to travel to their space

or simply past my own caging landscape.

I wish to remove the soul out of this body

to another more adaptable to the needs of a wanderer,


So as to not relinquish a great love

for the body’s safety net –

the consistency of self-soothing

at the corner of my bed.

Anxious girl,

Stop robbing yourself the exploration of life

just because you think you’re not good enough

You’re the same as everybody else

blue with motherly melancholy,

I’ve never really known what you’ve been frightened of.

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Angela Yarad

The

Seventh

Veil

They cannot make anything out of you

Which was not already there,

No structured marble

Chiselled to a David,

No glass frame

Or fine china to be displayed.

This daily pouring out of wasted energy

Of wasted life,

Which would be better used in something holier to your spirit,

May empty you

May kill you

But you will not die.

And if finally the moment comes

Where there be nothing left in you

Start again.


Remove this seventh veil

Find the nakedness of life

The simplicity of birth

Universally felt;

Perhaps the only equaliser.

The sidewalks of your city will not desert you,

Not the autumn leaves

Or the skyscraper trees

Nor the loneliness of these streets.

If there be nothing left in you

Return here

And start again.



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Perfection does not exist

And it was never bred in you;

Quit this constant seeking

Ploughing of your soul,

You cannot weed it out.

But go into a field of flowers

Tasting only earth for nutrients

Only flora for sustenance

And there, the glimmer of it lives,

A home in the valley

The lake between hills

Bordered by moss and isolation.

Waiting for you,

When there be nothing left in you

Calling to you, to start again.

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“O a’u o le Samoa”

Marmi Alatipi

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“I am Samoan”

In her work, "O a’u o le Samoa" ("I am Samoan"), Marmi creates a spectrum of tableau self- portraits reimagining images from colonial period Samoa; addressing the intersectionality in their identity as a sexually fluid, gender non-conforming, diasporic Afakasi ("half-caste"), to deepen their understanding and acceptance of self and origin. They pose as an Indigenous Samoan woman, a Scottish male settler, and as themselves - a queer afakasi navigating a modern world of western frameworks with indigenous beliefs.

Using self as both the creator and the subject matter, Marmi manifests a sense of ownership in each image in a provocative act of acknowledgement, empowerment and reclamation of cultural origin and identity. Their series introduces the genesis of a wider continuum of work that reclaims the narrative of Oceania from the archaic colonial perception that has confused our history and altered our culture, empowering our people with a contemporary celebration and representation of fluid indigenous identities and beliefs.

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Holographic moon

Zeynep Nevzat

Blood blossoming on Kmart pyjama pants

Shadows rave behind her forehead

Her belly expands like

dough


Logging Day 1 of her cycle

on the tracking app

“Allow App to Access Your

Photos”?


Her eyes close as the

shadows mosh

She opens Instagram,

The lull of the Explore

feed drowns out the thumping of the shadow DJ


Her shaky fingers swipe

the camera open

A face of makeup and

plastic surgery switches from a ghost in her hair

To adorning her face

She looks like she has

someone else’s skin on her


She scrolls past a video

of a bomb, comments off.

Watches a lip synching video where the audio is a second behind,

Likes a photo of a galaxy with too

high a resolution,

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She visits a gallery

plastered with a girl who she thinks she met once in a tutorial;

Images of her uni grad,

Diploma held high.

Selfies at Observatory

Hill Park,

Upper Fort Street, Millers

Point 2000.


She gets an ad for crypto

trading

“Do not show ads like this”.

Her 2 year old phone is

heating up

She considers placing it

on her back


An alternative to the burnt tire smell of the heat pack

Stored with the detergent the cat insists on swimming in

That one infertility journey vlog on TikTok convinces her otherwise


So, she crawls out of bed heading to the shower

Shaking her hair of the lipsticked phantom

Remembering she had one last

painkiller in her wallet

That hasn’t seen coins and notes in years.

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Self portrait

Mixed media on canvas

by Divya

Through the exploration of Eastern philosophies, meditation and spiritual encounters, I have experienced the self to be an illusion. A perfectly curated construct which often keeps us trapped within our stories of pain and suffering. This work plays on my lack of identification with my face, superficially imposed here onto the rest of the work, that which actually feels like a truer expression of the worlds that exist within us all.

See no self

There’s a voice around,

In the space inside my head

It’s growing louder,

My cries are darker than they’ve ever been.


she says “you’re doing it wrong” “smile less” “act better”



But I can feel all of it looking up at me.



I’m on the pedestal of dirt. My Mother is Earth. She says close your eyes, you don’t need those to see.


I tried harder this time. Let the layers fall.




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It’s a miracle that I can even breathe.


And then the others came, walking through the Sun

They said they knew me when my heart was born


It took a minute, but it finally clicked.

This is it. This is it.



And when the first rain fell, and the first bird flew. We smiled. Because we always knew.

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Siren

by

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by Nat Loos

the Seaside

Siren by the Seaside is a three-piece photo series by Nat Loos. Sirens represent seduction, temptation and power and Karen’s piercing gaze is enough to lure anyone into the depths of the sea. Through these images, Nat reframes the depiction of women as subjects of gentle desire through the eyes of a queer woman.

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The idea of her floats inside

a prism - or holograph.

see panels? women too are moved

in herds or shards.

are

Up the ante

she swings, cuts herself on praise

a nose can be such an arch thing —

when her mother says hers straightened itself

out when driving straight into a pole.

What of the gaze, the sight, the beams?

to have eluded everyone on

a faceless whim

to make me out of a forsaken vain?


from the floor

where i’ve hemmed myself to ribbons

the balm of feeling plush

and pink.

my mother’s hand becomes

a sheet of silk

now my friends turn and ask through interlaced

fingers,

why mine are so softly uncarved


i am so nimble in my undoing


the juices slide down a screen

where her likeness glitches —-


stop shaking. you’ll make it worse



she is me when i am her


The idea of her floats inside

a prism - or holograph.

see panels? women too moved

in herds or shards.

are

Up the ante

she swings, cuts herself on praise

they are mooning over the

sight of her side because

a nose can be such an arch thing —

when her mother says hers straightened itself

out when driving straight into a pole.


from the floor

where i’ve hemmed myself to ribbons

the balm of feeling plush

and pink.

it is my mother’s hand that becomes

a sheet of silk

now my friends turn and ask through interlaced

fingers,

why mine are so softly uncarved

What of the gaze, the sight, the beams?

to have eluded everyone on

a faceless whim

What to make of a forsaken vain?



i am so nimble in my undoing



the juices slide down a screen

where her likeness glitches —-


stop shaking. you’ll make it worse




She is me when i am her

She

is me when i am her

Karen Leong

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Is it too far ?

Vanessa Nilam

Love me or else

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These two images are different interpretations regarding the zine concept. My personal take is how we all have a facade that we show to the outside world, we have the control of distorting it, creating an illusion or an idea of what we'd like for people to see us as. However, with a spooky spin the longer we put on the facade the more it slowly affects you, and it starts to hurt you, posesses you, blurring the identity that we created with our actual character and mind.

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To Anneanne

Ayla Yuyucuoglu

You are not the universe, intricate as it is

You are not the glistening moon and stars

You are not the calm amongst all these racing cars

You are not walking art.


You are not the twinkle in everyone’s smile

You are not a rainbow stretched a mile

And you’re definitely not a unicorn.


You are so much more.


You are not the sunshine lighting every corner and crevice of my heart

You are not the joy I get browsing the arts and crafts section at Kmart


You are so much more.


You are not the feeling of sipping a warm cup of tea on a rainy Saturday

morning

You are not the angel in each and every rain drop when it’s pouring

You aren’t the roses that bloom when someone mentions your name

And you aren’t a picturesque image of the seaside in an old frame.


The truth is Anneanne, you are all these things combined and so muchmore.











*Anneanne translates to “my mother’s mother” in Turkish

Sen evren değilsin, olduğu gibi karmaşık

Sen parıldayan ay ve yıldızlar değilsin

Tüm bu yarış arabaların arasında sakin olan sen değilsin

Sen yürüyen sanat değilsin.


Herkesin gülümsemesindeki pırıltı sen değilsin

Sen bir mil uzayan bir gökkuşağı değilsin

Ve kesinlikle bir tek boynuzlu at değilsin.


Sen çok daha fazlasısın.


Kalbimin her köşesini ve yarığını aydınlatan güneş ışığı değilsin

Kmart'ta sanat ve el sanatları bölümüne göz atarken aldığım zevk sen değilsin


Sen çok daha fazlasısın.


Yağmurlu bir cumartesi sabahı sıcacık bir çay yudumlama hissi değilsiniz

Dökülen her yağmur damlasındaki melek sen değilsin

Biri adınızı söylediğinde açan güller değilsiniz

Ve sen eski bir çerçevedeki sahilin pitoresk görüntüsü değilsin.


Gerçek şu ki Anneanne, siz tüm bu şeylerin birleşimisiniz ve çok daha fazlasısınız.








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Run

Amira Akhtar

run

away

hurry


because you know this path

because your heart can still pound

because it’s tradition to abandon the life you know

you know,

for one where

you have a safe place

and you can afford days at home

and you can afford rehab

and you can afford milk


my body remembers more than i can ever say

and i don’t know how to tell you how much i wish

i could take everything


i need to run away because it’s what i know

it’s what has saved me


and you

and the women before

and the women to come

they say the hardest part is the first step

then everything comes easy

but

i’m tired


we’ve been running for a while

my heart feels like it’ll burst

i’m tired

my feet have blisters and sores

your socks have holes

i’m tired

my bones are carrying me at the command of another


i need to go


run

away

hurry

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hoenixes in East Asian culture have been overlaid with the western symbol for rebirth enough times it's informally become part of the myth, and vice versa, western phoenixes now tend to sprout the pheasant and peacock tails common to Asian myth. It's a cross-cultural reference that feels seamless. Rebirth and regrowth is something I think about a lot, especially when I've been knocked down with a lot of reproductive health issues, gender confusion, and mixed race angst, and feel almost resentful about at times. Here I am at rock bottom and I have to get back out again - but I can't help but feel relieved that I still have chances to become, even if the effort involved is so difficult. The act of thanklessly getting back up again and again after getting knocked down feels queer, feels feminine, but I'm sure is a universal emotion in these turbulent times.

Get up

by Jessie Crossman

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Rehma's

reflection

Tara Tajdini

Rehma's reflection is about hypnosis and honoring an increased state of relaxation. Rehmas image in the mirror is distorted, which hints directly at the topics of perspective and the subjectivity of reality.

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سرفيس أو سرفيسين ؟


Zeinab Mahfoud

I thought you would feel like opening my bedroom door after a long day.

I thought you would feel like crawling into my sister’s arms on a Sunday,

both acknowledging it’s been a rainy lazy day.

I thought you would feel like walking to my teta’s house while the 4 o’clock sun slightly caresses my body.


I thought you would feel like home.


I would learn the veins of your city, memorizing the road to your heart.

I would learn just because I see the sun outside, it doesn’t mean it’s warm.

I would learn the name of you lady who sells me groceries on the corner.


I would learn what home feels like.

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