Mural titled My Inner Peace by Qatari artist Noura Al Mansoori at Mina District, Old Doha Port, visualising contemplation and calm.

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My Inner Peace by Noura Al Mansoori

A façade turned into a meditation on stillness and finding one's place.

My Inner Peace is Qatari artist Noura Al Mansoori's mural for the Mina District, painted at World Wide Walls: Doha 2023. In the artist's own framing, it visualises a state of deep thought, contemplation and meditation — an image meant to guide the viewer toward inner calm and toward finding their rightful place. Against the busy, fast-modernising backdrop of the port and the growing city behind it, the work reads as a deliberate pause: a wall that asks you to slow down rather than photograph and move on.

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Al Mansoori is one of the three Qatari artists in the 2023 edition, and her contribution shows the range of the local voice in the district — where Al Suwaidi's Battoula looks outward to heritage and identity, My Inner Peace turns inward, toward feeling and interior life. Together they make the case that "local" here isn't a single subject but a spectrum.

How to find it

On a building façade within Mina District; part of the same walkable cluster of murals along the port lanes. Combine with Al Suwaidi's Battoula and the international works nearby.

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