This collection is born from war, resistance, survival, and the weight of loss. Even in peace, war lingers—the hum of drones, the silence of abandonment.

It’s a tribute to my hometown, my land, the orphaned olive trees,I am a bird, flying in a circle, bound yet restless, longing for escape.

War scars the mind, but from struggle comes transformation. If peace exists in this world, it starts within. This is my attempt to find it.