The black hijab, was like a prison .

Under the theocracy in Iran, my entire childhood and youth dropped into black holes, which were
nothing but fear and anxiety. The black hijab, which covered my hair, was like a prison representing the
darkest moments of my life. The pale-skinned girl in her black and white birth certificate photo, which
was awfully stapled to secure! had no sense of joy and happiness. An unfortunate little girl…
And now a thousand miles from my homeland, I’m looking for inner peace thinking about how to
recapture the lost youth. The technique used in these photos is double exposure to express two faces of
me. I was stapled to the mandatory hijab, and I could be smiling with hair in the air.