HOF — Finally, a new day.
February 14, 2026 – One girl named Lux was born to Fatima (aka HOB)
After months of daily inner work, something settled. Not numbness. Not forgetting. Just a calm I hadn’t known before — a neutral plateau where feeling no longer meant falling. For the first time, I could think of you, love you, miss you, without being wounded by distance or silence.
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HOF — It’s been thirty-four days since I stopped taking medication.
The first three weeks of October were an abyss—days of heavy silence, a depression so deep it seemed to absorb light. Then, around October 21, something shifted. I began to swing between two poles: one day happy and open to everything around me—people, nature, even strangers on the street—and the next, emptied out again.
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HOF — I’ve reached an age where I see aging as climbing a mountain. The higher we climb, the less we have — fewer resources, narrower footing, thinner air. The climb strips us of everything nonessential, leaving only what truly matters. And it’s precisely that scarcity that sharpens our appreciation. At the summit, we can look over the vast landscape — and at the few precious things we’ve kept — and feel proud.
That’s what 37 feels like.
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HOF —
People look at me and assume I’ve lived a privileged life.
And in some ways — they’re not wrong.
My father comes from one of the most famous families in Damascus.
My mother, from one of the most powerful in Ghouta.
I have relatives scattered across the globe.
Wherever I land, there’s always someone who can help pull a string.
This is a personal story for those born into the spaces between worlds. These are the children of intermarriages—the outsiders who never belonged to any tribe. To those who’ve felt like mistakes, like intrusions, enduring the weight of invisible exclusion and the quiet violence of not fitting in.
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