I’m not entirely sure what this space is yet. It’s not a fully curated portfolio. It’s not a personal blog in the traditional sense. And it’s definitely not some kind of polished, evergreen branding statement. At least, not right now.
What it is—for now—is a small, public notebook. A place where I can put things down: ideas I care about, works in progress, personal reflections, favorite provocations. It’s less about presenting a final version of myself, and more about creating a space where unfinished thoughts are welcome. A kind of digital studio. A living archive. A mirror, maybe.
Sometimes I feel like I need to justify everything I make. To wrap it in context, or polish it until it feels “professional.” But that’s not the energy I want here. This site isn’t for performance. It’s for presence.
I’ll be sharing whatever feels honest—short essays, visual experiments, media work, spiritual ponderings, trauma-informed reflections, film stills, voice notes, or just weird thoughts I’m not ready to say out loud in a room full of people. Sometimes it might be messy. Sometimes it might be sharp. Sometimes it might just be soft. That’s okay with me.
I imagine this space holding:
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the essays I haven’t pitched yet,
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the projects I loved but that never “fit” anywhere,
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the hot takes that maybe deserve more than a disappearing Instagram story,
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and the thoughts I keep circling back to—the ones that feel like home.
This site is also an act of reclaiming. As someone who’s moved between languages, geographies, genders, and expectations, I’ve rarely had a space that felt fully mine. So maybe this is that. A quiet resistance to fragmentation. A slow gathering of self.
So if you’re here—whether by accident or intention—thank you. I hope something in these words or works meets you where you are.
Feel free to come back. Or don’t. This space will still be here, unfolding.
—Salma