In The Wheat Field Of Your Hair
I have a different mood these days. My world dons a new attire. We are not alone anymore because God sits with us, sipping tea. The grasshopper has fallen into the haystack, And I, like everyone else, am unemployed. Instead of a scythe, a comb is in my hands, My thoughts solely on the wheat field of your hair. If the rain taps on the window, Come here, sit beside this chair. God will clasp your hands with mine, You inquire about my well-being through God's eyes. Not that I disregard the farm, I'm unafraid of the autumn wind now.
Bio Armin Abdehou is a professional graphic designer and photographer specializing in wildlife and digital portraiture. He holds a degree in graphic design from England and is a self-taught photographer. His fascination with the concept of freedom and capturing pristine moments in nature and wildlife inspired him to photograph horses, culminating in the publication of a book entitled "The Horses of Kurdistan." His digital designs are driven by a deep appreciation for every woman's inherent value and dignity, aiming to amplify their voices and celebrate their diverse societal roles.
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