Warm afternoon light slips through the half-open wooden window frame and settles across her face. She stands with a slight turn, her weight resting on her left leg, poised without trying. Her Arab features feel honest, including a small pale birthmark on the bridge of her nose that makes her look even more real. Skin texture stays visible, with faint traces of freckles and a soft shadow under the eyes. A restrained smile lifts one corner of her mouth, and her gaze meets the camera now and then, like a familiar presence noticing you. The light beige cotton-linen dress falls in layered, asymmetric folds to mid-thigh, while a simple white linen shirt drapes gently, its embroidered neckline kept quiet. Her hands hang empty at her sides, calm and unguarded.
