In the land that is mine, amidst fields I call home, under skies of my country, I am a carpet trodden upon, yearning for the space to uncurl freely. Oppression is the heavy foot that knows not my dreams, leaving me woven in the struggle, searching for a seam to breathe in a world that forgets the language of freedom.
In the land that is mine, amidst fields I call home, under skies of my country, I am a carpet trodden upon, yearning for the space to uncurl freely. Oppression is the heavy foot that knows not my dreams, leaving me woven in the struggle, searching for a seam to breathe in a world that forgets the language of freedom.
| size | L 53cms (21inch)/ H 68cms (27inch), L 68cms (27inch)/ H 88cms (35inch) |
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“In the heart’s leap from concrete bounds to boundless skies, we hatch, soar, and awaken to the vivid hues of our true selves.”
We dwell on carpets stained with pain, amid the aftermath of chaos. Echoes of destruction reverberate. Alone, we wonder—where does the world’s attention lie? Unseen and misunderstood, how can we alter opinions, how can minds be changed, when our reality remains obscured, our essence unknown?”
Amidst mundane reality, a man inspired by a crow’s determination to reach water by dropping stones into a glass, found a metaphor for overcoming his fears. This simple act ignited a spark within him, leading to a journey of self-discovery. Emulating the crow’s resilience, he faced his challenges, gradually revealing his true identity hidden behind perceived limitations. This transformation underscored the power of perseverance, showing that strength lies in overcoming obstacles, much like the crow, turning daunting barriers into stepping stones towards unlocking one’s potential.
The duality of Medusa as both victim and villain highlights how perception can drastically alter understanding. It serves as a lesson on the power of stories and histories to shape societal perceptions of good vs. evil, victim vs. perpetrator.
