By: Ameer Ali
An eye sits open, yet it is not free ، it is held, shaped, and controlled by countless hands.
Each pencil presses in, as if every voice, every judgment, is trying to define what it sees.
The gaze becomes heavy, no longer its own, burdened by expectations and interference.
It reminds me how often perception is not personal, but constructed by others around us.
To truly see, perhaps one must first escape the hands that insist on drawing their own version of reality.
Only then can vision return to something honest, something whole.
