designed and produced in afghanistan. packed in europe for desire. certified taboo by the ministry of vulva and delivered by the priests who are still waiting for godot. this package doesn’t ask, it takes. handles BDSM, fetish, eroticism, and unapologetic vulnerability. tested under war, shame, fear, and religious oppression.

forged in the shadow of religious fascism, yasmeena grew up navigating oppression, indoctrination, and violence. she felt the weight of honor and shame, the absurdity of existence yet still discovered wonders: in gardens heavy with pomegranates, in the intricate threads of persian carpets, in dancing through sunlit fields, in tales of horses and spirits told under flickering lamps, in watching stars while scorpions crept through the night, waiting.

at 19, yasmeena underwent metamorphosis. she shed the skins of her past - each layer of oppression, shame, and fear becoming raw material for reclamation. she refused the paralysis of fate prescribed for women of her background. she chose herself.

at 20, she turned her body into canvas. self-portraits. professional nude shoots. the forbidden transformed into art.

through poetry and performance, yasmeena explores the raw edges of desire and intimacy. she gives form to pleasure, pain, and longing. her work haunts, provokes, seduces - a life at the intersection of vulnerability, strength, curiosity, and sensuality.

between shoots, she devours books, bleeds onto canvas, captures shadows through a lens, and lets words carve themselves into existence.