In the tired alleys of the world, there are women who stand still— their hands smelling of bread even through their wounds. They gather light from the heart of sleepless nights and place it gently into the eyes of others. And strangely, the more they give, the less they are seen. Yet the earth breathes more softly beneath their steps. Mariam Aghaei Physical Details Acrylic on Canvas 120x120 cm Adaptation Series