Around the time I was in seventh grade, I started performing makeshift eye surgery on my grandmother.
I had always found a gathering of women sharing their stories and wisdom an effective way to touch the divine.
What I’d been looking for at the convent, I could find in reading and writing. If other writers could channel their desires, I could use it, too.
For my generation of fans, Naito embodies our time and our struggles. The closest thing he has to a superpower is survival.
I learned that kind of hard-won glamour; that we should have beauty, however much the world wants to keep it from us.
“It was this Islam, the Islam of authenticity, community, justice, and love, that showed me how to be a truer version of myself.”
In order for bread to rise, the dough must be strong.
I wish I’d known Molly years ago. I wish I had known her when I was twelve years old, wondering who in my life would still love me if they knew my secret.
This film is an opportunity to help rescue Fanny Mendelssohn from near-obscurity; and to do the same for me.
I imagine she wrote it for women like me. Women who wear their hearts on their sleeves but hold their hands over their mouths.