ah Habibi, so sad that you had to live through all those efforts to make you other than you are when you were young. Lucky for us you learned to throw that fisted tongue :) xoxo
Thank you Janice. It is sad that many young kiddos aren’t given space to express themselves. Though, as I write in the memoir, I don't see these experiences as sad personally (but I will say, I am not anti-sadness, I love the melancholy I get to carry with me). Somehow along the path I’ve come to love all these hardships as necessary in helping me grow the fisted tongue, and the soft heart, and all other qualities I feel lucky to know. This is the beauty of hardship, that it can, and often does, shape us into our most true selves <3
Omg i just went thru my photos from 35 yrs ago - Musa had wanted me to be a witch for halloween but i came as an army soldier in green fatigues &
I once wore green fatigues too! Wasn't halloween so much fun as a kid? And it still is.
I love this witchy Halloween pic of you habibi, every brave bit of you!
it was my favorite costume, beats being an analog clock, which I also once was 😅
You are beautiful!
As are you dear Heather <3
ah Habibi, so sad that you had to live through all those efforts to make you other than you are when you were young. Lucky for us you learned to throw that fisted tongue :) xoxo
Thank you Janice. It is sad that many young kiddos aren’t given space to express themselves. Though, as I write in the memoir, I don't see these experiences as sad personally (but I will say, I am not anti-sadness, I love the melancholy I get to carry with me). Somehow along the path I’ve come to love all these hardships as necessary in helping me grow the fisted tongue, and the soft heart, and all other qualities I feel lucky to know. This is the beauty of hardship, that it can, and often does, shape us into our most true selves <3
Your last line here is a keeper Moudi - thank you for that.