Black milk, writing, motherhood, and women

It is not black milk, just a journey in the experience of postpartum depression or a biography of an innovative mother who happens to stop her pen from producing words when she gave birth to her child, but it is an awareness experience of what can happen when the female who gives birth to words and the female who gives birth to children clash, and how this conflict shatters the creative into multiple entities that deprive her of peace, purity, and a state of contentment, and makes her as Shafaq wrote: in a constant obsession about the path she neglected to choose. And alongside the enjoyment, lightness of spirit, and humor in this book, it helps us women to reconcile with our fragmented selves into selves and selves in a way that does not evoke sorrow. Elif Shafaq writes with innocence similar to the innocence of cartoons that depict everyone as innocent or human in the end, making us sympathize with them.