You know her face. That is where the story begins.
The familiar portrait returns wrapped in a keffiyeh, holding the Dome of the Rock. Watermelon details surround her. A painting the world has learned to recognise now asks it to look at Palestine.
We call her Om Lisa. “Om” means mother in Arabic, giving the name its playful turn: the mother of Lisa. Behind the humour is something deeply felt: culture carried close, identity protected, and a people whose story deserves to be seen.
The longer you look, the more the familiar image changes. Om Lisa brings that second glance into the street, where recognition can become curiosity, and curiosity can become a conversation that stays with someone.
