It was never just a hobby I practiced; it was a part of my soul, a small window through which I could look into my inner world whenever life felt overwhelming. I loved it deeply, and I found in colors and lines a space for comfort, healing, and peace.
In my everyday life, I was someone who loved order and organization; everything had its own place… except when I held a pencil and began to draw. At that moment, I loved scattering my papers and pencils around me, allowing that beautiful chaos to surround me, as if through it I was releasing all the negative energy that weighed on my heart and transforming it into colors and stories.
My life was not easy, despite my achievements and my constant pursuit of success. I faced many obstacles and carried within me sorrows that many never saw, but I always searched for light in the darkness, turning pain into strength and brokenness into a new beginning.
I believed that circumstances should never be stronger than our dreams. That is why I never allowed any obstacle to stop me or affect my journey forward. My goal was always to remain strong for myself and for my children… to let them see in me an example of how a person can rise again, no matter how difficult life becomes.
Just as I used to draw on paper, I was also drawing the path of my life… with hope, patience, and faith that what is coming will carry a beauty worthy of all this resilience. 🤍
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A picture from one of my favorite moments before the war.
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