Sunflowers ladies

Before deciding not so kindly to free me from the unflattering piece of fabric , holding back my dreams and beauty take a moment to think . Did I ask for your freedom , did I complain. Did I make a sign asking for help from the oppressing kidnapping religion of peace . The answer is the same to your invitation of nudity sugarcoated in freedom made in the new world . No , as big as the status of freedom , as long as the Mississippi river a no the size of Nebraska . Only if instead of preaching me a sort of empty freedom you tried to understand that it's my decision , it's how I present myself to this world . Wearing modest clothes , covering my hair , wearing gloves ,a scarf , a turban , hidjab or a jilbab is me being authentic ,sticking to my morals ,and expressing my relationship with my creator . Next time you call for banning the hidjab, whether you are a fake feminist , civil rights advocate , a politician or even a simple person remember , it's not of your freaki

Homeless I feel though I’m under a roof. I know you are wondering, how could this be possible? I’ll give you a proof. I feel out of place, empty and lost Like I don’t fit in . In my body, my space even the sky above feels awkward . I’m not an astrophil rambling about space, stars and skies, It just feels wrong I’m not feeding you lies. I feel like I’m on the, margin I can neither contradict nor merge. I can’t stand out nor blend in. That’s why I’ve said I’m homeless . I’m not really into labels, but I think I’m officially a nomad, I’ll be roaming around till I find someone , somewhere or something to call home. Home sweet home, I want you to be cozy. I want you to keep my heart warm . I want you to see the real me. I want you to accept what you’ve seen Embrace it . Fill it . Heal it. By Aya Bendechache  

My last picture got only three likes, it must be my nose. I have nothing to wear, I have to buy more clothes. The pills that I’m taking to be skinny are not working, I guess I’ll double the dose. My mom wanted to buy me a nice flowery dress ,but I pointed at the lipsticks and said I want those. Among all the flowers I want to be the rose. I feel empty inside and I need someone by my side. To show me that I matter. To say that I’m enough. To teach me how to laugh. I need a detox. I have to think out of the box. I need to stop counting the likes. Stop fetching for validation and start looking for the meaning of my life and a new destination. By :Aya Bendechache

When I fell apart . Grandma made of all the broken pieces art . She stitched a scarlet scarf out of my bleeding heart . To keep me warm When she can't hold me because we're apart. Grandma depression is hitting again and the scarf is not helping your sweetheart By: Aya Bendechache

 Three days passed away since the doctor told me " you have covid 19, but don't worry it's not dangerous the percentage is low "  I smiled ,looked her in the eyes and said "who told you I'm afraid, I asked god to have this disease " The doctor was speechless. I'm interested in going through this hardship . when my Friend Fatima told me she was sick I envied her for she was with them whom god loves . Now I'm glad , I feel pain as though needles are poking my body , I feel feverish but I'm still struggling for my thoughts , projects and dreams . so don't you ever give my lady