We play many roles in life, and wear many hats: the human, the individual, the romantic, the man or woman, the parent, etc.
Is it possible to wear many hats, without losing yourself? to integrate them into one: “I” ?
Can you make a connection with someone who seems so foreign to you, someone who wears hats you can’t begin to understand? hats that- on first glance- may even seem threatening to you?
These are some questions I explore in my writing, questions that float around in my head, under my own: so many hats.
I’m Wid: woman, writer, helper (psychiatrist/therapist/ life coach/friend), Muslim, mother, and many other things.
I’m Wid: human.
Underneath all my hats
they stay the same
into my soul
I am not:
any of may hats