The painting of my late grandfather In a distinctive corner of the house, there is an antique painting. It is not just colors on canvas, but a piece of my grandfather's soul — may God have mercy on him — and a visual legacy that encapsulates his refined taste and the fragrance of bygone days. The painting is surrounded by a luxurious classic golden frame, adorned with raised engravings that give it majesty and awe, as if it were a time portal taking us to the details of the beautiful past. This painting transcends its material or aesthetic value; it is a reflection of my grandfather's memory. Whenever I contemplate the gleam of the painted copper and the warm lines, I feel as if I am inhaling the scent of coffee and incense in his majlis, and hearing the echo of his laughter and guidance. My grandfather has departed from our world, but his taste, his love for beauty, and the things he chose to adorn his life with are still alive among us, telling us every day the story of a man who lived with dignity and left behind a timeless legacy. Bidding starts from fifty thousand Saudi Riyals 50,000