The Markaz Review:

Taqwa Ahmed Al-Wawi

In a quiet corner of our home, my sister Doaa had built a world of her own — a world full of details I hadn’t really noticed at the time, but which I now recall with painful longing. Doaa was born on October 4, 2002. She is the kind of person who sees beauty where others see the mundane. She studied multimedia at the Islamic University of Gaza and has always been deeply passionate about creativity, order, and all the little things. This is apparent in every space she’s ever called her own.

Her room wasn’t just a room; it was a universe tailored by her hands. A wardrobe bursting with outfits, scarves in countless shades, shoes matched perfectly to every dress. Her notebooks were decorated with love on the outside and written with care inside. Her shelves held boxes from Shein, bottles of perfume, and a growing collection of beloved trinkets. But it was her desk that most reflected her essence — a little sanctuary where she found her inspiration.

A black-and-white patterned cloth covered her desk, soft to the touch. To the left sat her laptop, playfully adorned with stickers. Notebooks, elegant mugs, and soft lighting surrounded her, with artificial plant leaves hanging gently against her pink wall. It was a space that seemed to wait quietly for her next idea, her next midnight sentence, her next spark of design.

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