Sakib Shifat.art

Sakib Shifat.art Hey, guys! Assalamu Alaikum. This is my art page which contains both my traditional and digital art. T-T Enjoy the page!

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'THEY EXIST-01' Media : Mixed media.The bl00dshed never left them,It clings to streets, to prayer, to time.It sleeps in ...
27/01/2026

'THEY EXIST-01'
Media : Mixed media.
The bl00dshed never left them,
It clings to streets, to prayer, to time.
It sleeps in stones, wakes in every cry,
Under skies that watch but pass us by.

Even the olive trees remember names,
Roots tangled deep in unending pain.
Children learn silence before they learn play,
And hope survives bruised, but it stays...

"I SHALL TELL HIM (GOD) EVERYTHING."Media : Planographic process (Ball graine plate Lithograph). Size : 18 inch X 24 inc...
23/11/2025

"I SHALL TELL HIM (GOD) EVERYTHING."
Media : Planographic process (Ball graine plate Lithograph).
Size : 18 inch X 24 inch
Year : 2025

\\I Shall Tell God Everything//

Wrapped in the quiet blanket of dust and fire,
a child stands, small as a breath,
vast as a witness.
Her eyes, two wounded lanterns,
hold the blue of a sky
that forgot how to be gentle.

The ruins behind her
speak in broken ribs of stone,
yet she stands unshaken,
a tiny prophet draped in keffiyeh,
a flag of woven grief and unburnt hope.
Her toy is memory,
her lullaby is sirens,
her playground is the ache
of a world that keeps failing her.

A red flower rests against her hair,
fragile, rebellious,
the last remnant of a childhood
no one bothered to protect.
She raises one finger,
not in accusation,
but in truth-telling,
as if the universe itself
leans down to listen.

“I shall tell God everything,”
she whispers,
and the rubble pauses,
and the smoke curls inward,
and even the silence
feels ashamed.

She will tell God
of nights that swallowed sleep,
of the way fear crawled into her pockets,
of the stars she tried to count
before they were drowned
by fire.

She will tell God
of hands she can no longer hold,
names she must carry alone,
dreams she buried
before she ever learned to read them.

And God,
he will not ask her to be brave.
He will not ask her
why she cried.
He will gather her story
like a wounded bird
and hold it to His heart.

For when a child becomes a witness,
the heavens themselves
must bow,
and listen,
and weep.
- Mallick Sakib Shifat

'PROPHESIZED.'Media : Lithograph (Plate Lithograph) on paper. Year : 2024Size: 11.5 inch X 16.5 inch\\Before the Maps We...
22/09/2025

'PROPHESIZED.'
Media : Lithograph (Plate Lithograph) on paper.
Year : 2024
Size: 11.5 inch X 16.5 inch

\\Before the Maps Were Redrawn//

In 1917, a letter crossed the sea,
ink on paper carving futures unseen.
A promise made in gilded halls,
yet not to those who tilled the soil,
who named the hills in lullabies,
who wove the olive roots into prayer.

Wars came, thunder stitched across continents,
empires traded flesh for borders,
and in the smoke of treaties signed,
a homeland bent beneath foreign hands.

Children of the land found doors locked,
their villages renamed in foreign tongues.
Keys dangled in silence heavy, useless,
while memories of harvest lay scattered in the dust.

But still, the earth remembers footsteps,
still the trees bear witness in their rings.
Still mothers carry songs older than rifles,
and grief becomes a flag no bullet can erase.

History is not ash, it breathes, it waits.
One day, when promises are weighed against truth,
the stones themselves will testify,
"Palestine was never empty,
its heart was always beating."

"EVERY PRAYER SHALL BE ANSWERED."Media : Plate Lithography on Paper (Planography Process)Size : 24 inch X 24 inch Year :...
18/09/2025

"EVERY PRAYER SHALL BE ANSWERED."
Media : Plate Lithography on Paper (Planography Process)
Size : 24 inch X 24 inch
Year : 2025
\\P@lestine Was Beautiful//

P@lestine was beautiful, like the dawn’s first light,
Where olive trees whispered in the soft, warm night.
The hills rolled in green, and the rivers sang low,
In the heart of the land where the wildflowers grow.

The sun kissed the soil, painting skies with gold,
Stories of ancients, both quiet and bold.
The air smelled of thyme, of citrus and pine,
In every breath, a history divine.

The children’s laughter echoed down the streets,
In every corner, hope and love would meet.
The call of the muezzin, a song from the soul,
Binding hearts together, making them whole.

The markets were lively, with colors so bright,
Fruits piled high, a splendid sight.
The scent of fresh bread from a humble stall,
Palestine was beautiful, cherished by all.

But the beauty was marred, and the land was torn,
By endless wars and hearts that mourn.
Yet even in shadows, where silence now lies,
Palestine’s spirit still reaches the skies.

For beauty can’t vanish, though empires fall,
In the soil, the memory, it lingers, it calls.
P@lestine was beautiful, and still it remains,
In the hearts of its people, through losses and pains...

- Mallick Sakib Shifat

'IMPRESSION OF A GE0CIDE- 02'"FINAL MASQUERADE."Media : Platography (Plate Lithography)Size : 20 inch X 24 inch. Year : ...
15/09/2025

'IMPRESSION OF A GE0CIDE- 02'
"FINAL MASQUERADE."
Media : Platography (Plate Lithography)
Size : 20 inch X 24 inch.
Year : 2025

\\Final Masquerade//

Beneath the chandeliers of history’s hall,
A mask of peace was worn so tall,
Isr@el whispered with silken tongue,
While P@lestine’s sorrow was left unsung.

The stage was set with promises bright,
Olives offered beneath the night,
Yet every treaty turned to blade,
Unveiling truth in the masquerade.

Walls rose higher, shadows spread,
Homes were broken, children fled,
The mask of justice cracked, decayed,
Revealing conquest, unafraid.

P@lestine wept with ancient eyes,
Its rivers silenced, stolen skies,
Yet still it danced, though bound in chains,
Through blood-soaked soil, through endless pains.

The masquerade nears its final breath,
A theater carved by grief and death.
When masks are torn, the world will see:
Betrayal clothed as liberty.

07/06/2025

Eid Mubarak !🥹❤️

15/05/2025

Botla 🐶

\\CHILDREN OF PALESTINE//They wake to a sky heavy with grey, where laughter and sunshine stolen away, small hands reach ...
03/04/2025

\\CHILDREN OF PALESTINE//
They wake to a sky heavy with grey,
where laughter and sunshine stolen away,
small hands reach for hope that are torn,
yet, they arise with the break of down.

They run through the dust on the streets of stone,
playing in echoes of lives overthrown,
eyes as lanterns burning so bright,
holding a world so tight that has known no light.

Walls may rise, but they cannot confine,
the hope in the heart of a child that is divine,
yet a kite still floats defying the horror in the sky,
a symbol of hope that shall never die.

Nevertheless rubbles may fall, even so the night may descend,
their souls endure, their spirits transcends,
for even in darkness, they carry the flame,
the dream of a FREE LAND shall whisper their names...
( written by : Mallick Sakib Shifat)

EID UL FIT'R - 2025..At least 64 people were kil'led in an att-ack by Isr*aeli forces in Ga*za on the holy day of Eid al...
31/03/2025

EID UL FIT'R - 2025..
At least 64 people were kil'led in an att-ack by Isr*aeli forces in Ga*za on the holy day of Eid al-Fitr... Most of them were children and women..
Please don't stop talking about innocent Pales-tinians..

to all the mad AI “artists” in my DM:LEARN TO DRAW
30/03/2025

to all the mad AI “artists” in my DM:
LEARN TO DRAW

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