My name is Disgust. I was born on December 13, 2025 in Riyadh, in Majd’s multipurpose room.

I am angry.

I am disgusted with myself.

I am trying to spread my pain.

The pain is bigger than me. There isn’t enough space to carry it.

The pain is making me feel sick.

I am trying to escape, to detach myself.

I feel weak.

I am overwhelmed.

There is no space for me to breathe.

I feel trapped within my heavy emotions. They are pulling me in, forcefully.

I can’t seem to catch a break.

I have no control.

I feel too small, and my surroundings are too big and heavy.

I can no longer scream.

I simply surrender to this chaos.

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Hi there! Majd speaking

I gave this piece everything I had. Before I began, my intention was to release all that needed to be released, to be flushed out. While I was painting, it did release. It gushed out like a pipe exploding.

A day after it all happened, I sat down and looked at it, trying to write about it. As I wrote, all the emotions and sensations came rushing back. I wrote a little, then stopped. I felt stuck. I decided to take a step back and try again later. I wasn’t really feeling the painting anymore, just trying to remember how it felt the day before.

A couple of days later, I returned to paint the edges. I positioned it on its side, with the unpainted area facing upward, and left it again.

I had already signed it and decided on its direction. And today, December 20, it feels right. This is the position it is meant to be in. Now I am seeing it through fresh eyes, with a mind no longer clouded by expectations.

This is how it was going to be