Carpet Weaving by Girls – Threads of Hope and Sacrifice

In a quiet room filled with the scent of wool and dye, the rhythmic sound of fingers pulling threads echoes like a song of endurance. Rows of young girls sit before towering looms, their delicate hands moving with a precision beyond their years. Each knot they tie, each pattern they weave, is not just part of a carpet—it’s a story, a fragment of their silent dreams.

Among them is a girl named Amina, her dark eyes focused as she intertwines strands of blue and gold. The design she follows is intricate, passed down through generations, yet her mind drifts beyond the loom. She dreams of school, of books filled with knowledge instead of fibers. But for now, her world is measured in knots and hours.

As the sun shifts, casting golden light through the windows, the carpets take form—masterpieces of patience, but also symbols of stolen childhoods. Some of these carpets will find homes in distant lands, admired for their craftsmanship, while the hands that created them remain unseen, unheard.

Yet, within the confines of tradition and necessity, hope lingers. Perhaps one day, these hands will weave futures instead of just carpets—futures where their worth is measured not by the stitches they tie, but by the dreams they chase.