Styling this editorial has made me confront the urge to style beneath this beautiful sky. The blanket of clouds protects us from our doubt. What we forget to understand is that that very doubt is created when we wish for a blanket or any form of protection. Free yourself this February with love's tranquil bliss. Love yourself again and give this very existence the ode to life. Among mountanious rainfalls Embedding her palms In emerging crystal banks Afloat Gentle strokes along her limbs Along crevices that bloomed once again She stood humbly as florals drifted along her skin Time Give birth to a being rendered in light She bares herself Reigning in crystals delight Air, water, white She danced Written by Sarah Hussain Photography by Melissa Matheson SOMETHING FOR THE SELF Midnight to living at 29 By Sarah Hussain As I converse with my inner light today, I hadn't the idea of the pain she had been afraid to admit. It wasn't an ordinary form of frustration but a transition that she was asked to submit herself to. She needed a calling but what she didn't know was that her soul was the one calling out to her. It was as if an alarm was going off constantly but being silenced every time it tried to wake her up. Her slumber was nonexistent to the people around her, her voice would vibrate off her surroundings and then come back to her. Not one individual could hear her speak because they didn't care, they would intoxicate her rise with sultry smog and diffuse her glow with their own anxiety. Then one night, she was confronted by a task that was pending and she thought, "if I combine healthy choices with productivity maybe this will finally complete itself." She took back a step and reminded herself that the work needed to be done by her. Herself. Loving herself. No one can make you feel good about yourself better than yourself. 29 - to each and every being in your life craves your energy. Note to self, learn to be selfish for yourself. Everything is temporary. Changed Awakened state - 2017
Stylist/Henna/Direction: SarahHussain (@breathofhenna). www.breathofhenna.com MUA: JenelleForde (@jenelleforde). www.jenelleforde.com HairStylist: ChristinaGomes (@christina_gomes). www.suprememobileandspa.com Photographer: MelissaMatheson (@melmath) Wardrobe: MonaLisaBridal (@mona_lisa_bridal_gallery) HairAccessories: IlienaGeorge (@ilieanageorge). www.ilieanageorge.com Model: JennaBorisevich. www.peggilepage.com/models/jenna/
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Pulling away the layers of the embellished fittings from around under my bust. I couldn't breathe. As soon as I exhaled my head leaned backwards to straighten my spine. I could not fathom the weight. I felt as though, heaven's greatest had forgotten to take His mighty hand off the crown of my skull. My surroundings were muted by the silence of colours escalading through the corners of my eyes as when the sun's rays would highlight the cerulean waters of the ocean; the veil dropped. I fixed the trinklets hooked onto my bangles and ran a sliver of skin down the side of the embroidered bands to the crevice of my breasts. My fingers poised upwards as my gaze lowered, and I started to walk. The circulation in my waist was concealed and the fluidity of my hips began to sway along the weight of my skirt as I caught a glimpse of her. She looked gently and recited, 'chasm-e-badoor' (to ward off the evil eye). I acknowledged her graciously with a smirk. Alas my neck, which had no meaning; as though it never existed, began to let go of its poise. Gravity showed no mercy as I sauntered towards my reigning throne. Photography: HENNYGRAPHY O' Eyes of despair why are you lurking through the windows of my soul. This is my awakening and I have wished for this ever so dearly. The details were ideally a dream, a miraculous world woven of the finest silks and the warmth of the lavender incense had the room glowing. I could not see the aisles of leisure and freedom. I was raised on the mountains where the birds nurtured me with freedom and my relentless behavior gave heed to the winds of the storm. I never even tied my hair. My locks would surround my body as a void of protection and wisdom; virtuous. My veil, the veil you have so well defined as my best also came with a world that you never did tell me as I slept. A world of perplexed thinkers, a surrounding of voices in constant turmoil; one where I would never find peace. Truth is that, you; she, her, you never made it clear or found a reason to exist within the turmoil. You simply lived. Did you? You're probably reading this entry thinking about the stereotypes behind women who are of culture, of belonging to a realm of traditional cultivated thoughts. Minorities? No. We all exist in the world of discomposed thinkers and segregating activists - within our own homes. I love my husband, I truly do but to acknowledge him as my complete that isn't one-hundred percent true. I hasten my ordinary every day without a doubt, my sleep is no longer filled with intrinsic adventures. It is no longer my own. You once recited a dream, a story of warriors and if I recall, it went something like this... Creatures that blossomed from an unearthly Incomparable union of sacred rituals and blessings. Bred in silk-spun wombs Their spines inhaled the nectar They bathed in the syrup of that very nectar Where branches of saffron blended Together with the milk of almonds As the nelumbo nucifera carried them afloat; The Indian lotus. They were raised as warriors Their hands soft as the belly of a hummingbird. They were voices Once. Without pain or cries. There was once a time When all was countless Spirited and free. Thankfully there is still a mother, I wish to be. As I raise my head, the floral garlands on my wrists revive the glow overlooking my view. The glow that one believes to exist when in union with harmony. It was him all along. My grasp is liberated to unfold this very letter that was embedded in my soul. I had been immersed in the depth of his presence, as he held my hand, he looked into my eyes and his smile opens up another portal. I now recall those dreams that you so generously gifted me as a child, "O' love of mine, your being is to be with the very best. The all vital state of your existence is when you know yourself and he accepts you true." Stepping on the stage to be crowned, as his wife, with him, a man - his name was announced. This was your letter and my day is today. Your recitings before I left home were to protect but to also instill the very teachings you were taught. The veil is of a prevailing state. Laughter of a blooming household; a shelter for the traveler, a mirage of passage through cultural narratives. I was the center of my home. The veil was my power and I wore it as my crown. A veil is worn by a Bride on her wedding day, an entitlement not every woman can carry forth. She is a warrior and life is her battle. Credits for the work seen in the highlighted editorial within this written response: STYLE/DIRECTION/HENNA: @breathofhenna WARDROBE: @chandanfashion HAIR: @rachelrenna MUA: @oliviahabeauty JEWELRY: @stelladot_toronto MUSE: @itsnikaneeks Thank you Genna of Loft 404 for allowing me to bring my verses to life. @loft404 An excerpt from a letter I wrote: "I humbly accept this union of tranquil bliss and flourishing friendship, devotion and sentiment. This, now, here is infinite as I have waited for this time of the awakened state. I am aware of your delightedness and as I too am delighted. We are aware of the challenges that will grace us with their hindering ventures. But, you and I both know there is nothing that we have not advanced through. We are OK. My friendship will coexist with my love for you as you are what defines my state of being a woman. I hope you can say the same or at least that this moment acknowledges our harmony together. You bring challenging discourse to our times of union as do I and we are still here. We all possess baggage and we need a state of revival - when I met you, you revived me. You shower me with endless opportunity and you are aware of what whirl winds I attain. Let me be open to you, I will guide you and astonish you with remarks but to cherish you as heaven's greatest gift is to not say the least. You are that presence I had seeked for; a longing I had wondered about since the first marriage I attended. I was ecstatic about the trinkets of embellishments and what love was. The veil, if it may weigh heavy, we will pull through. Never to let go of your hand in times of distraught. You are what defines great men and I have been so very privileged to have you in my life." - HUSSAIN I hope you all have enjoyed another written piece by me and will comment below. Again this is a personal blog. If you would like to further discuss the symbolism that is behind this piece, please do send an email: breathofhenna@gmail.com. Thank you for reading this.
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