Fatima. A girl discovers that she is a poet, then finds herself facing a world that dedicates all its arms in order to extract this thing from her, to extract poetry. Sometimes in the name of God, and sometimes in the name of love. The question is, where does the danger lie in a woman who decided to write poetry? In the manner of Doris Lessing, Fatima and I wonder: Am I dangerous? This little fragile thing that is me, always clinging to the edges of life? On Fatima’s lips, I say: “You tolerate ugliness, beating children and raping women, insulting and cursing, domestic violence, racism, you tolerate Israel, America, your sectarianism, government corruption, child marriage, everything! You tolerate all the nonsense of the world, but you don't tolerate a poem." Buthaina Al-Issa