Cream line illustration of a hamsa hand with a central eye, ornate spirals and dotted detailing on a dark brown background.

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Hamsa hand with central eye design

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A symmetrical hamsa hand drawn as a flat two-tone vector illustration, with an open eye at the centre of the palm and a row of triangular points below it. The linework is bold and even, with spirals on the thumb and little finger, dot rows along the fingers and a teardrop motif running down the middle. The cream design sits on a solid dark brown background in a centred, square composition.

Hamsa Hand Eye Spiral Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down, the lift's broken again so you may as well sit on the stairs. You want the story of the hand on the fourteenth floor landing? Everybody says it was the Nazrul boys with a tin of cream emulsion and a sheet of stencil card. It wasn't. It was Mrs Adeyemi's late husband, Sol, who painted it the summer the block was new and the concrete still smelt of rain.

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He drew that hand in brown pencil, then filled it in with the cream his wife had bought for a nursery that never happened. Every finger got its row of dots, and down the middle he ran a teardrop like a tear that had decided to stay. The spirals on the thumb he did last, because he said a thumb needs something to hold onto. Then the eye, open and staring straight down the stairwell, and under it the little teeth, to bite whatever came up from the car park with bad intentions.

The council wanted it painted over in 1987. A man in a yellow bib came up with a roller and stood there a long time, then said the eye looked like it was waiting for him. He left it alone. Nobody can say why the lift never dropped again after that, though it stuck plenty.

When Sol died the hand started going grey at the edges, and the kids began drawing their own eyes beside it in felt tip. Last winter a girl from the fourteenth floor climbed onto a crate and went over the outline in gold paint from her uncle's shop. Now the hand glints when the security light catches it. Go on, look up. It's still watching the car park, and it has never once blinked.