shahbanowomen are conceived in the wombs of decaying fruitthere is a faint smell of rot in my hair and i am being fed bruised tomatoes blindfoldedOct 15, 2023Oct 15, 2023
shahbano? viragoI give myself room to speak, I write the things I won’t voice. Writing is inherently the act of a round table argument, conflicting…Jun 2, 2023Jun 2, 2023
shahbanointernal conflicts surrounding womanhoodThe role of being a mother without child is excruciating. In dreams I see my future children, I see them run, they play and finally fall…Sep 12, 2022Sep 12, 2022
shahbanoa reiteration of life — a lookbacka highlight reel, where dealing bad hands is customary.Jul 24, 2022Jul 24, 2022
shahbanothe fleeting nature of moralityThe Doloriad is not a read I would ever claim to fully understand. Inspired by Shakespeare’s Greek tragedies and buried within layers of…Jul 22, 2022Jul 22, 2022
shahbanoCommon Delusions, a very brief look at Lapvona, religion and classOtessa Moshfegh has a cult-like following, which is no surprise. It comes with the territory, coined as “sad girl” literature, the…Jul 3, 2022Jul 3, 2022
shahbanothe soundtrack to the explosion of my heart — jobless monday , mitskiif you asked my what singular thing i would use to define myself most of my 15th and 16th year, it would be the 2 minutes and 6 seconds…May 29, 2022May 29, 2022
shahbanoPunisher, an artful take on self acceptance.A haunting tribute to emo folk, Phoebe Bridgers delivers a tale of growth, death and all things in-between in her 2020 quarantine release…Oct 22, 2021Oct 22, 2021