“I am human, and nothing of that which is human is alien to me.”
Terence in Heauton Timorumenos.
I’m a daughter, a mother, psychiatrist, and aspiring writer. I’m a Muslim woman, and I’m many other things.
I sometimes see myself as a juggler trying to keep all the balls in the air (I’ve learned to stop and set some down, or else they start dropping like the rain), or a chameleon shifting colours, transforming as I cross the thresholds of my roles. But I’ve also always loved hats, and the analogy of wearing different hats appeals to me. It’s less hectic than juggling. It’s more deliberate than a chameleon’s transforming colours, and under the hats, you can see my eyes, and I’m always -at the core- myself. As for the veil, it’s just one of my hats, though the world today seems determined to give it so much weight that on some days, it actually feels quite heavy.
The poems and stories are true “experiences” though I have not “lived” many of them myself. See, I accompany people on their journeys, I walk in their shoes and hold their hands and cry with them. I get the privilege of at least glimpsing their heartache and heartbreak, even if I may not truly know its depth. Mark Twain said it well:
“I’ve lived through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.”
You’ll find a description of each hat on the Home Page. The blogs will have tags that describe which hat/s are at play for me with every piece of writing.
To sum up, the best way to describe who I am is to say: There never lived anyone like me -or you- before, yet we’re also the same. I hope you find some part of you here, with me.