Dubai, dark when I landed.... alone. Exhausted from the long flight. We flew safely over Iran.
All calm in a packed plane. Can't remember how I found the taxi, probably English subtitle on all the signs. As a women, I could only be driven by a women. Arrived at my condo (Airbnb) had trouble at check in but at last I reach my room. I collapsed in bed and out huge windows with a balcony I saw the bright light show from Burj Khalifa. As I looked at the ceiling I saw an arrow on the ceiling, pointing to Mecca, there was also a prayer mat in the drawer
I am a photographer and visual artist specializing in street photography, cultural documentation, and community storytelling. My work explores social history, public gatherings, celebrations, and moments of resilience-from urban street life to cultural events and community traditions. Through photography, I preserve lived experiences and the stories that shape our shared history
