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I'm Liy, an AuDHD knowledge worker and tropical cryptid sharing my lifelong learning from the periphery in Southeast Asia. I am here to be the strange Muslim ancestor of my dreams. I was a kid with books and bruised knees in the 1990s and a teen with a dial-up modem in the 2000s— now I am here reviving that early web energy for myself away from algorithmic social-mall platforms of the now. I cultivate this pocket of the web in my free time for playful thinking, craft, and tending to our attention spans for acceptance and change. Before the 2020 global pandemic changed everything, I was co-organising community spaces for queer feminists around the world to befriend the Qur'an together. In the same year, I started a zettelkasten notes system that I still use today. In 2020 while sheltering in place, I co-wrote the love letter I've always wanted to make, The Signs In Ourselves. These days, I curate collections of essays, tools and videos saved for others in between work hours. My mask of choice is a KF94.

"Across the ages, humans have left evidence in the form of relics about orienting themselves towards something Sacred, Ultimate, or Holy Other." - amina wadud

There are no ads. I craft transmissions slowly. Everything I share here I try to keep as evergreen as possible, and so every thoughtful reader is an honour.

Some house rules:

🪴 What I write about here is my choice. I do not write for everyone. I am not here to 'produce content' for popularity or profit. I do not value either. I write and build here at my own expense as an act of care in between other obligations. Every year, power structures fail to care for more and more of us, and yet all of us want to live. As a disabled hermit, this place is one way I practice service towards our liberation and to remind others that they are not alone.

🪴 This is not the space to defend theologies and ideologies of rejection. I will not uphold narratives of rejection that bully and isolate; do not expect me to. I do not write for people who distract themselves with obsessive, parasocial and reactionary panic over politically convenient and simplistic narratives. I receive enough of these expiring narratives already, so do not send me more of them.

🪴 You are a guest in my garden of free time. No one is making you stay and listen. Do not demand of me or queer/rejected Muslims to respond to your extremely specific and personal problems, arguments, conflicts, issues, or questions. Simply exit and seek the many widely-available spiritual / religious influencers and material you find appealing and accessible. Embrace your responses with grace for your wellbeing, and align yourself to the collective work against systems of oppression.

[BASICS] My comfort Quranic bookmarks

[VALUES] My compass

[FAQ] "What do you mean you're ______?"

[SHELF] My working library

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