🌖 I come from the forgotten edges—where survival is resistance, and every breath is an act of defiance. Kurdistan, Palestine, Afghanistan: names often spoken in grief, yet full of dignity that refuses to be buried. I stand not above the oppressed, but beside them—because justice without them is a lie. With women who carry centuries of silence and still rise. With queer souls who rewrite existence in the face of erasure. With displaced and disinherited people who insist on being seen. I owe no allegiance to systems that thrive on obedience—patriarchy, empire, racism, fascism. Freedom is not a future promise—it is a present demand. Solidarity is not a slogan—it is the deepest form of love. And revolution is not always loud—it often begins in the quiet decision to say: no more.