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i was not a woman born easy to swallow. i’ve never known lukewarm. i exist only in extremities, as a flower or a flame, never a light spring rain. you will never be too much, so bloom.
#gentlereminders #dearnostalgia

you are the universe in motion. you are not an archived date. you are the sun. woman. ❤️&zwj;🔥

She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would.
Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in s

little miracles 💌

The flowers of home—blooming with the love for our land, the power of our women, the beauty of our heritage, and our fight for freedom.
&lrm;رسالة حب إلى فيروز، صوت قلوبنا والروح الأبدية للبنان💕

Oh, how hard it is to be both a lover & a fighter.
🤍لبنان القلب. لبنان العشق. لبنان الحرية.🤍

I’m beyond thrilled to reveal my collaboration with @adidasoriginals and @adidasdubai on designing the Lightbox Installation at the @adidasoriginals Flagship Store in @thedubaimall 🫶🏻

The creative journey, working with an incredible team to

🌸✨🫶🏻💿🧚&zwj;♀️❤️&zwj;🔥🧿🌴

wearing home on my sleeve again. draped in the stories of my kin, the fabric of us—woven, cried on, bled in. thank you for keeping our secrets & carrying our pain. there is no greater intimacy than the threads that bind us, and the memories

A rose is romantic, until it bleeds scarlet on your fingers that you can’t wash away. To those who haven’t given up, & I hope it’s you too; love is resistance.

I am lethally soft. I am radically tender. I have ancient dreams in a modern land. I dream we’ll pick lemons and lilac; smear nectar on our skin and tell the bees they’re welcome there. I choose bloom. Remember that you were art long befo

I am not robust, I am made of softer things — where vinyl stardust meet sonic dreams. I am not a solid shape, but a fluid groove, flowing through analog memories and retro rebellion.

✨📀🕺💕🎞️🪄🪩👩🏻&zwj;🎤⚡️

Thrilled to reveal my collabora

Eid Mubarak 🌙 Love, the moon and the trees, as long as they have roots and soul. We live among their flowers & stardust.
✨💜
Super excited so share an artwork so close to my heart in collaboration with the incredible @ziina.me

💖 Eid Mubarak Habibi’s 💖
So honored to unveil this heartfelt collaboration with @theartsclubdubai to celebrate this blessed occasion.
✨🫶🏻🌙🧿
#eidmubarak

inspired by the people closest to my heart❤️

The universe took its time on you. Home. Your scent, your ethereal motion, every flower that sprouts out of you. In March the earth remembers its own name. March flowers pick me in the land where I was first born. Technicolor blossoms will conceive o

I am woman, hear me roar. Happy women’s day, in every way, & every wave ❤️&zwj;🔥
Turning the tide with @mauj.me this Women’s Day #WomenComeFirst

wearing the stunning art by my girl @yasminedarwich ❤️&zwj;🔥

@danie7edorazi thank you

you cannot make this up. you cannot dress this massacre, this genocide in pretty lies and think we will not notice, you will not fool us, not on this. you can call a knife a fruit cutter all you want, it will not soak up all the blood it has spilled.

We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors. I thought the same color meant the same taste. Tangerines, oranges and the sun. Citrus. When I saw her peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men us

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