I’m Fatimah binte Rahat, a 21 year old artist and writer, still learning how to make sense of a mind that feels everything too loudly. Stories and sketches have always been my way of understanding the world and holding onto things, even as they slip. I’ve always believed the mind is a long hallway, a quiet place until the voices seep in. Much of my work explores mental health, memory, trauma, love, and the way we carry all of it sometimes quietly, sometimes even without knowing. I’m especially interested in the moments we don’t share publicly the invisible weight, the unsent message, the thoughts at 3 a.m, that are never told to another and are buried deep inside.
This collection began as an attempt to understand how a mind changes as life moves forward. I wrote from the voice of a man moving through time, a child afraid to be left behind, a young adult unsure of how to be loved, a father trying to shield his children from his own past, and finally, an aging man clinging to what memory leaves behind. It follows one voice trying to stay whole while time pulls at the edges. Nothing is neat. Nothing is perfectly resolved. But somewhere in all that softness and uncertainty, something true remains.
