sits outside her mud hut prompts

7 months ago

Amina, 27, lush skin, wearing a woven traditional dress in shades of red and orange and gold, sits outside her mud hut, gazing at the distant hills as the sun rises over the village. The soft glow of dawn touches her face, and the sound of village life awakens around her. She is deep in thought, contemplating the events of the past few weeks—her silent struggles with her husband Jide, and the heavy weight on her heart as she feels an unspoken distance growing between them.

7 months ago

Amina, 27, light skin, wearing a woven traditional dress in shades of brown and gold, sits outside her mud hut, gazing at the distant hills as the sun rises over the village. The soft glow of dawn touches her face, and the sound of village life awakens around her. She is deep in thought, contemplating the events of the past few weeks—her silent struggles with her husband Jide, and the heavy weight on her heart as she feels an unspoken distance growing between them.

7 months ago

Amina, 27, light skin, wearing a woven traditional dress in shades of brown and gold, sits outside her mud hut, gazing at the distant hills as the sun rises over the village. The soft glow of dawn touches her face, and the sound of village life awakens around her. She is deep in thought, contemplating the events of the past few weeks—her silent struggles with her husband Jide, and the heavy weight on her heart as she feels an unspoken distance growing between them.