Approx. 35 × 28 cm
Glazed and scorched · Torn-edged · Fire-marked
She is not whole. She is not broken.
Her lip ruptured by flame, not by accident —
a city split open, still burning inside.
Her surface is layered with memory:
black smoke, rose blush, dust, and blood.
Each mark is a witness. Each texture, a silence kept.
She does not ask to be understood.
She stands — brutal, beautiful, scarred.
TEHRAN holds not just water,
but everything we try to forget.
From the fire, she rose.
And she does not look away.