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Fariha Róisín  writer / editor 👽🐍

A few years ago (really until last spring) I didn’t have any money. I was making hardly anything (just enough to get by) through writing... but was stubborn and only wanted to write. Big assignments were falling through, book deals as well... I felt so hopeless and above all I felt embarrassed. I was sad that after dedicating so much time and energy into writing (at this point it’d been 8 years that I’d been freelancing) that I had nothing to show for myself. My parents were always complaining, telling me to go back to school, that they were ashamed but in my heart of hearts I just had a feeling that I should keep going. And I did. I pushed myself harder. I started asking for more money and I finally began to believe I was a good writer... and something began to shift. During those 8 years I was always hoping an institution would validate me, that I’d get the dream byline or that somebody would take a chance on me. Though I have a few editors to thank for believing in me... I largely felt invisible in the writing world. I just had myself and my gut to guide me. But now I really thank those moments. I thank how I began to become my own ally, finally. The amount of trauma I’ve experienced in the last 9 years has led me to this moment, it’s led me here. It’s made me stronger and more equipped. In my annual tarot reading my spirit guide told me: “every single time something you want doesn’t happen, know that you are opening a door to something bigger and better for yourself.” I carry that advice with me every day. Everything happens for a reason. Happy Sunday, happy spring equinox 🍭🍭🍭

new acupuncture column up @gardenacu link in bio (📸 @ha.w.a)

In @TheCut this week gushing about my faves, including @bludstoneusa boots (link in bio) #sponsored

let the light in / finding the light / happy nowruz

I’ve been silent since the shootings happened on Friday because of a few reasons. Firstly, I didn’t know where to begin to process my feelings—one that felt wildly close to home. As an Australian, I know acutely the layers of experience for this particular shooting. But, truthfully, I didn’t know how to begin to deal with the pain. So I’ve avoided it. I’ve read zero news reports, watched no videos, and I’m sure I haven’t written back to a lot of people’s messages. The feeling is too heavy when I go to locate it, and every single time I’ve stopped before I spiral.
A lot of that is also because the main feeling—beyond this sadness—is rage. Just overwhelming fucking rage. For the times I’ve seen people be Islamophobic—people I trust, people I like. For years I’ve written about how common it is for people to sling Islamophobic comments around without even thinking of the implications. And how tiring it is to defend your faith. How exhausting it is to feel scared to say you’re Muslim when people remark they thought you were “smarter” than that..... as if that’s a compliment. How frustrating it is to be up against people’s questions or assumptions. All the time. In the interim, this is what happens: people get slaughtered in a place of worship. Decade long wars are surmised to make sure you’re bombed back to the dark ages. Resulting in mass genocide, famine and rape. Countries and regions are split resulting is mass devastation. Muslims are subjugated while non Muslims have the gall to tell us that our faith subjugates us.
Islamophobia is everywhere. It’s in India. It’s in the U.S.A. It’s in New Zealand. Hate is hate everywhere.

I’m also fucking rageful that white men still walk into synagogues and gurdwaras and mosques and churches and take this from us. Take this purity, this devotion. I’ve been a Waleed Aly stan for years now and it felt appropriate to share his statement on how harrowing this ordeal has been. Islamophobia exists. And many of you should consider how you perpetuate it.

Even still, I’ll be at Jummah prayer this Friday. Thanks to @padmalakshmi for this 🖤 Watch the whole video on her page, it’s worth it.

last few days with my ma were terrible but I felt some kind of resolution. each year I get stronger in my intuition and deeper in my understanding of how universal patterns work. how unlearning ancestral trauma works. healing those wounds is my purpose in this lifetime. and there is some kind of closure in accepting something I’ve been avoiding for a very long time. this book impacted a lot of my acceptance.

Kamala Das

this image of three students at Dhaka University 1955 feels so iconic. Post partition, pre Liberation War. My baba went to Dhaka University, one of the first in his family to get a university education. Looking at this makes me feel emotional. rg from @manujawaldia 🍭

a metaphor for my life rn

my resting thinking face

my current happy place // after a pretty bad bout of social anxiety and imposter syndrome last week i was asked by a friend what was currently inspiring me. It felt so simple and so accessible to all... that when you’re feeling low... or incapable of seeing beyond the myopia of your mind’s brutality towards its-self... what are things can jolt you out of that narrative? it can be anything—a song, a TV show, a poem. That’s why I read. When I was young and being abused films and books became my only safe haven. Now when my mind turns against me I can return to a sense of the world being better through art. So I’ve been writing a list of things that jolt me out of depression and anxiety, asking friends what inspires them as well. These are my current reads. I hope you feel inspired today ✨

trying 2 survive

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