FINALLY.🥰 For the past 2 years, I've lost count of how many times someone's told me that my next book has practically written itself, my twins' miraculous survival story. I've listened to you & mulled the idea over. But it wasn't until recently, under the glittering chandeliers of a fancy hotel where I was giving a speech about how hateful the internet can be, that it all came together in my head. Before the twins, I knew the Internet as a place where I could communicate with likeminded ppl, but also a place where strangers would attack me, hate me for my violence-prevention & threaten me with rape or death for my feminism. In short, a place that could bring out the worst in humanity. I needed to keep my guard up & my family as far away as possible. But everything changed when the lives of my babies were suddenly hanging by a thread and I had to make a decision that went against all my instincts, which was to air my extremely vulnerable situation on the Internet, because it was the only way to keep my internationally scattered friends & family posted. That's when thousands of ppl (you know who you are) started praying for us, even in war-torn areas like Syria and Afghanistan. I was baffled by the heartfelt letters, poems & artwork that we were sent, raising countless questions about what it is that makes people shower a stranger in love & support irrespective of the things that usually divide us, giving fuck all about race, politics, culture or borders. As I stood there under the glittering chandeliers, it struck me mid-speech that the Internet brings out the best in humanity, too. That's what I want to research & write about. I want to understand why some people come running towards pain & despair when it would be so much easier to turn away. I want to understand how the human heart works and what makes some people form an #armyoflight for someone they don't even know in their darkest hour. Who are these people and how can we make more of them!?! ❤️😄 I'll be starting my preliminary interviews soon. It feels bi