A Dress of Flowers and Hope

Three years ago, when the “Woman, Life, Freedom” movement ignited in Iran, I was in France. Those were difficult days, and my thoughts were with the women of my homeland. In that time, I transformed my pain and anger onto a white dress with flowers a bloom that I hoped would one day flourish in the streets of Iran.

Years passed, and the unfinished dress waited in my studio, until my mother came to France; her arrival was like rain after a long fire. Together, we stitched, and amidst thread and needle, we spoke of wounds, oppression, and hopes. Sewing with her not only completed the project but also revived the dream of wearing the dress freely in my homeland.

Through the process of creating this garment, I learned that freedom is a choice. Every “no” to injustice and oppression is a small step toward liberation. And each flower on this dress is a reminder that hope and courage can bloom, even in the hardest of days.

Special thanks for the photos : Siouzie Albiach