Fawzia Rahimi

I wandered through the boxes and treasures, and there it was – the sketchbook, as if it had been waiting just for me.

Flipping through its pages, filled with hand-drawn dreams, something inside me woke up. I wanted to create too. To feel through color. To make the world pause for a moment, just like I did then. Today, I paint with my heart in my hand – and every brushstroke is my way of saying the things words can’t quite hold.