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The Past's Scares A Photographic Serie By Nadiya Amima Aweys Muhammed Mohado
Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995 Oss, The Netherlands Xiaomi Redmi Note 9 Phone May, June 2022
Been walking For days Tired Of Human Rights Been broken Been used As A Show off Where is the result? As I use it These rights It doesnt make me look so pretty Using Human Rights Shelter I sleep at And No Men seduces me When I Lost everything what makes me Independent I seem patient The Creative one
Who wants to solve Why this ever could become A place where nightmares and dreams Disappear? I visit graves And The Story starts Oss Year 1500 One Family was here The Whole Town would be loved By each other No theft No violence Only Love Birds still recognize me Better than a old shoe Or old lipstick laying in His room Two years ago With the memory of only erasing me still I buy new one And put it on my full Cupid's lips When I sing Birds recognize me And so my Grandfather Clouds from White to Grey Clouds from Beige, to Golden Clouds, many Clouds, around me Clouds, loving me When I Missed them Paint them; Come back? One Summer later I seemed the only one Who truly cared about the 200.000.000 "Covid-Cases" And solved it While I just gave birth and lost my child Only because he had blue eyes
I faught for Nature
And so The World My parents always dream about me Caring for the things they love This Planet of Ours This Story of Ours Where we wake up And See The Sun Alone,
When Not alone, We mostly do not notice My Light My Fathers Light My Brothers Light My Mothers Light My Grandfathers Light Dare to be alone And you will Know Nature.
Nadiya Amina Aweys Muhammed Mohado Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995 30th May 2022