In the Desert, Where I Bloomed

I’ve been meaning to write a book about my life for a long time.
But honestly — I can’t do anything with myself yet.

There’s so much inside of me: feelings, thoughts, memories… they swirl like wind over the dunes.

And yet, I have such a strong desire to share — to tell about myself, about my strange way of seeing the world, and, most importantly, about how I feel within it.

I live in a place that is completely unfamiliar to me.
Sometimes I feel like a flower that once grew in a deep forest, but was transplanted into the desert.
And what’s strange — I’m in love with this desert.
With all the difficulties of life here — its silence, its endless sun, its slow, golden breath.

Whispering of the desert wind

Here, where time flows differently, I began to understand stillness, light, and myself.
This land, with its quiet strength, has taught me to listen — to the wind, to the stars, and to my own heart.

Different and lovely Saudi

Let this be the beginning — not of a book, but of an open conversation.
A conversation about life, art, beauty, and how even in the middle of sand and silence, a soul can bloom.