The only way out is through
Or is it in? I feel like the older I get, the younger I feel using technology. I grew up on myspace, lost my dad and then found out he didn't abandon me n realized I was gay after every1 else noticed
[مرحباً] Welcome to Fatima’s Garden [حديقة فاطمة]
What is the purpose of this space, my pieces and yet another blog? As you can tell from the about me portion, life has been coming at me hard, love has always softened the blow though. Honestly this is just to document my life’s journey from a place of connection and through educating others.
How would I like my garden to look?
I think it would say this might turn into a forest. I am a multifaceted person, I like sharing the things that make me feel alive and why they brought me into the moment. I like to think of myself as my family’s lil historian and a museum to all that I’ve ever loved.
In this case, that includes media that is inspiring to me, whether that’s photos(memes), Youtube, reality TV, books, movies or articles about the community around us.
Like any garden, I’m just starting with a some seeds.
My goal is to do this all slowly. How do I plan to slowly share a newsletter? I honestly don’t know just yet, this is my first time okay? All I know right now is love unlocks the soul.
I love Black women, Lesbianism, education, libraries, small towns and sacrifice zone survivors, tarot, hoodoo, anti consumerist culture, community and coalition building.
First time gardener here, have patience but also share what helped you grow.
My goal is to write a reflection to share monthly with you all and alternating every two weeks upload an episode of my podcast with the transcript or one of my youtube videos. I have quite a lot of interests and I refuse niche culture, I know it can help to find community but I want this space to be something that exists outside of definition
So I’ll see you on Saturn because none of this matters….
Just kidding you can expect to read your first newsletter 3/31/25
You’ll also get a little dance since this will be my inaugural issue and what better way to celebrate. I finished The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin and decided the next logical course of action would be to immediately begin Crying In H Mart by Michelle Zauner