Children of Iran
Children of Iran
I saw children everywhere—in dusty alleys, in the yards of old schools, beside crowded bazaars, in nature, in their mothers’ arms.
Sometimes shy, sometimes bursting with energy, sometimes quiet, and sometimes with a gaze far older than their years.
Their eyes held a blend of dreams and truth, of playfulness and wisdom.
They are the future, yet even now, they are part of this country’s reality.
Each smile felt like a beam of light cutting through a complicated world.
For me, these frames are not just photographs—they are promises. A promise to respect, to witness, to remember that life begins with the gaze of a child.