If we can inherit trauma, can we inherit an imprint related to love?
Loveprint
A collective memoir, Loveprint wanders through my family’s stories and insights on love, partnership and romance, locating the overlaps and deviations across generations, genders and sexual identities. Combining interviews and personal essays, I/we (re)create and visualize the architectures and interplay of our stories in the form of a literal blueprint.
How come?
In sharing Coming Out Muslim, there’s been an overall warmth, curiosity and empathy for my queer Muslim love story. It simultaneously exposed a glaring gap in the understandings of my parents, including their capacity for an equally valid love story. And really, the limited space in the imagination of people to imagine something more vibrant, more nuanced is embarrassingly familiar. I have only a few stories about how my parents met. My siblings and I never insisted on pulling it out of them - the four of us had no way of manifesting people like my parents as the candidates for the sort of love that existed in our desires or informed by movies, books, or any form of media. Nowhere was there a love story that had people who looked like our parents (or us) as center of affection or capable of more than a single narrative that painted them as struggling or sexless. Loveprint is a collective salve.
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