My name is Fatima. This is my third foray into the blogosphere. My first blog tomatoes n’ blue cheese chronicled my year on a Fulbright in Jordan. My second eye of the bear was a run-on sentence about optometry school at UC Berkeley. This last begins just after a series of not-unfortunate events – graduation, wedding, cross-country move. Like debris after a (beautiful) storm, I find myself beached on the beachless shores of a small town in East Texas. Howdy.
I think other people shave their heads when they turn a page in their lives. I tend to just turn to a page, or – as I am doing here – open a fresh page where, in the words of Ernest Hemingway, I can (without accusation of attempted suicide) bleed. (As a hijabi, shaving my head would be anticlimactic anyway.)
They say amateur writers write when the muse strikes them, and serious writers write regardless. Well I am an amateur through and through, and these are my candle drippings. I only write when a fire in me is lit, and the candlelight you’ll find here is dim, hardly enough to show me my reflection. That is to say, amid the buzz of neon and LED, my sorry gift to you is the light of a flickering candle.
I’ll update weekly. So help me God.
April 6, 2016