Black line drawing of a hamsa hand with an eye inside a triangle, crescent moons and dangling diamond motifs, in a fine line geometric style.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Hamsa hand with eye and crescent moons

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A symmetrical hamsa hand outline frames a large eye inside an upright triangle at its centre. Crescent moons sit on either side of the hand, and a row of beads, teardrops and diamond shapes hangs from the lower section. The linework is uniform and black on white, with no shading or colour.

Geometric Fine line Hamsa Hand Eye Triangle Crescent moon Diamond Bead Teardrop

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bus from Ma'an left Maya at the last petrol station with the engine ticking like a clock that had lost its nerve. She stepped down with a canvas bag, a folded map and her grandmother's silver compass, and watched the driver wave at nothing before he pulled away into the heat shimmer. The road ahead ran straight to a line of hills the colour of old bread. Nobody had told her the hitchhikers here were goats.

Keep reading

A lorry stopped for her near noon. The driver, a broad man named Essa who smelled of cardamom and diesel, said nothing about the sky until it had gone the colour of a bruise over the western ridge. Then he pointed at the triangle of pale light that had opened above the road, an eye-shaped hole in the cloud with the sun sitting exactly at its centre. He said his mother called it the hand that holds the watching, and that you didn't look back at it while you drove.

Maya looked. She could not help it. The light split into thin silver threads, and the threads hung down over the road like beads on a broken necklace, each one dropping a little diamond of shadow onto the tarmac. Two pale crescents of cloud curled up at the edges of the sky, as if someone had drawn a moon on either side of a palm. The lorry slowed, then stopped, and Essa turned the key off and sat with both hands on the wheel.

When the cloud closed again, the compass in her lap was pointing back the way they had come. She did not argue with it. She took out a pen, drew a small eye on the back of her map beside the road, and asked Essa, very politely, to turn around.