These pages were never meant to be published.

Most were written years before this blog existed. Some come from old diaries, notebooks, loose sheets of paper, forgotten files, and half-filled journals that somehow survived moves, cleanups, and the passage of time.

I’m sharing them exactly because they belong to a different version of me.

Some entries make me smile. Some make me cringe. A few feel as though they were written by a stranger.

Rather than rewriting them, I’d rather preserve them.

Consider this archive a conversation across time between the person who wrote these pages and the person who found them years later.

 

Shabana Mukhtar