personal essay – Musings by Mubashshira

On getting lost, finding my reason, and the endless cycle

In the last couple years, I’ve struggled to write. No, that’s not completely true. I’ve journaled extensively. But I’ve struggled to write anything that’s not an incoherent stream of consciousness. Anything that isn’t fuelled by frustrations and confusion. I wouldn’t say I’ve been unhappy for all this time. I’ve had some great days, and madeContinue reading “On getting lost, finding my reason, and the endless cycle”

The Harem in Me

I’ve been reading Elif Shafak’s memoir Black Milk: on Writing and Motherhood recently. The writer talks of the “harem of women inside her”, she calls them her Choir of Discordant Voices, her Thumbelinas, her finger-women. These women inside her are both her guides and her critiques; they disagree on everything and argue constantly, there’s noContinue reading “The Harem in Me”