My name is Fatima Daas. I’m the mazoziya, the baby of the family. The one no one was expecting. I was born by C-section. I’m French. With Algerian roots. A practicing Muslim. I live in Clichy, a working-class suburb, and spend more than three hours a day in public transportation. I’m a tourist. A woman from the projects who observes Parisian mentalities and behavior. I’m a liar and a sinner. I have a chronic disease. Allergic asthma. As a teen, I was a turbulent student. As an adult, I’m seriously mal-adjusted. I write about other people’s lives to avoid living my own. I feel like I’m living a double life. I spent four years in therapy. It was the longest relationship I’ve ever had. My connection to other people is unstable. I need to control myself. I need to control my emotions. I need to control other people. I think I’m polyamorous. Love is taboo at home, as are manifestations of tenderness or sexuality. I don’t like boys, but I like their accessories. At age 25, I met Nina Gonzalez.

Fatima is in her twenties. She lives in Clichy-sous-Bois with her parents and sisters. Fatima has to conceal a terrible secret. She is a practicing Muslim, and a homosexual. An unspeakable orientation in her environment.