Who?
Well, the title is self-explanatory enough. I’m an artist of sorts, trying to pave my way through this rabbit hole—part recluse, part collector of bottles, bugs, bones, and books.
The name, quite difficult for many to pronounce, means grief-stricken in Pashto, though the context is in the honour of the legendary heroine of Afghanistan, Malalai of Maiwand.
What?
A journal. A cabinet. A mirror.
When?
Born on a dreary February morning in 2021, pieced together between Zoom classes and pandemic haze.
Where?
Behind a bookshelf. On a garden swing. Under a staircase. By a window.
Why?
Because I would simply implode if I did not spill my words out. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll make someone out there feel a little less alone.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope our paths cross again.
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All creative work, including the logo, is mine, my intellectual property. Any content found plagiarized will be reported immediately and dragged into court. Pictures are from Canva, Pexels, Pinterest, and Unsplash, unless stated otherwise.
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