Yalla Tnam (يالله تنام)

Yalla Tnam (يالله تنام) a ritual performance, a composed echo of grief, protest and survival. A multidisciplinary performance work containing song, loop machine, movement and installation, Ahmad Mallah & Rebecca Lillich // Krüger invite the viewer to become a witness in this eulogy for the future.

Interweaving Fairuz’s Yalla Tnam with Syrian grief rituals from the Syrian Revolution, Mallah’s singing is a hypnotic expression of care and pain as Lillich // Krüger moves through a series of laden gestures. Aesthetically mythological, the pair offer the scene as a ceremony of grief to examine their differing but conflicting relationships, our heritage, the diversity of their migration experiences and the complexities of our relationship to our new home, the Netherlands.

With original material stemming from their 2025 work pulling blood from stone, the piece finishes with Lillich // Krüger answering Mallah’s song with her monologue the terror and the horror. Written in response to the United States’ current aggression on Iran, the monologue claims the discomfort of privilege while critiquing the role of the artist in contemporary culture.

SIGN, Groningen NL

2026 Previews:

Syrian Tonalities- Garage Noord, Amsterdam NL

SIGN- Groningen NL

Stadshouwburg Utrecht, Utrecht NL

Come Together (11) at Frascati, Amsterdam NL

Premiere: Momo Festival/Motel Mozaïque 2026- selected as part of the Amarte Fonds Open Call; Rotterdam NL

Following 2026 dates:

Clublokaal, Breda NL (performance + video installation)

Club Raum, Amsterdam NL

Rodekapje, Rotterdam NL

Coko Space, Amsterdam NL

Pavillion, Hannover DE

Muziekgebouw aan het ‘IJ, Amsterdam NL

excerpt, the terror and the horror (2025)

“I tried, I lied, I curled up and I died, I’m not made for this shit!

Who deserves to survive?

For when the future is a suture it is us versus them, once again. No you and I, just me me me and my my my my—

— and all the babies at the borders and how we control them, we steal ‘em and we store ‘em, we hope you fuckers keep ignorin’ ‘em and I’ve got nothing but this feeling, I ain’t got nothing but this goddamn ceiling— for this is pulling blood from stone, working so hard where the fuck is my home?

The parts of myself that go hand in hand are just the parts of myself that I can’t stand and the parts of myself that I deny are just the parts of my mother that survived——

the mother muscle, let it bleed, mother muscle let it seethe, mucho madre let her bleed, it is feeding time, needing time, push past the fleeting times, need to mind, need to care, need to stop, need to stare—-

—at the terror and the horror of your parents getting older and the terror and the horror of the war and the next one over.”

MOMO Festival/Motel Mozïaque x Amarte Fonds

Open Call Selection

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