In their eyes, her body is a crime.
But in my painting… her body is a revolution.
She stands — unveiled, unafraid, unapologetic.
Her nudity is not an invitation, but a rejection.
A rejection of life dictated by Khamenei’s fatwas,
and of a soul whipped by the Revolutionary Guards.
This woman is not just me.
She is every woman who said no to tyranny,
every soul who fought with skin and spirit,
every rebel who broke the chains of distorted scriptures.
Khamenei’s fatwas collapse in front of the silent, naked truth.
His sermons shatter when the body screams against the oppression of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard and the security apparatus.
In the presence of this body,
there is no space for fear,
and no sanctity for control.
Because when the body stands naked with dignity,
it exposes the lie of power.

















