Sania Sacred Wear

My Mom loves to tell the stories where I was born with a needle in my hand, begging to mend peoples socks and anything I could get my hands on. Still, this was a calling I could not answer for the longest time because of how distorted this blueprint has been on this earth, not to mention the amount of siphoning i experienced with the timeline through various characters in my life.

They also took my grandmother from my maternal side from me way too early, the family being Bahai same as my paternal side, were heavily targeted through the turmoil in Iran, she would have been the one to teach me since she was a master of threads and i asked everyone when i was a child, i still remember the confusion i felt not being able to find the person that was meant to teach me, she passed before i was 1 years old right next to me while we were sleeping. This is an ode to her as well. It took longer than it would have but they still couldn't stop it. <3

I love you and I hope you like my pieces :')