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I wear black when I feel a certain mood — mysterious, serious, unusual. Often this feeling comes after watching a movie, when I imagine myself as a character. On those days, I become deep, as if I’m keeping a secret. But there are also days when I want pink or something bright. Then I feel a glamorous vibe, a little bit of narcissism even. Bright colors make me feel light, confident, and ready to be seen. I used to think I had to choose one side. That it was strange to be bot

There is a silence that does not live in quiet— but in the spaces between words we almost said. It lingers in the throat, like a confession that grew roots instead of wings. We are archives of almosts— almost love, almost truth, almost becoming something unrecognizable to our past selves. And isn’t it strange— how memory edits itself like a careful liar? It smooths the sharp edges, dims the unbearable light, turns earthquakes into whispers we call “lessons.” But beneath it— o

Women: The kitchen is their home And their homes are their stretch Women: Their families are their lives Their furniture is their friend. Women: Dough is their glove, Their children are their purpose. But wait — Hold your breath for a minute and tie your tongue to your teeth And think. Just think. Open your eyes, broaden your mind and see; How it's Cleopatra who taught us how to lead, And how it's Zenobia who taught us how to save, How it's Kosem who showed us how she mothere