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Her name was Fatima al-Fihri

Published January 9, 2026 by tindertender

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In 859 CE, a woman used her inheritance to build the world’s oldest continuously operating university—and 1,165 years later, it’s still educating students.

Her name was Fatima al-Fihri, and she understood something that would echo through centuries: the greatest investment isn’t in wealth or status—it’s in knowledge.

Fez, Morocco. The 9th century.

Fatima al-Fihri and her sister Mariam had just inherited substantial wealth from their father, Muhammad al-Fihri, a successful merchant who’d moved the family from Tunisia to Morocco.

They were young women with resources in a world where women’s choices were often limited. They could have lived comfortably, married well, secured their own futures.
Instead, they chose to build something that would outlast them by over a millennium.

Fatima envisioned a center of learning—a place where knowledge could be pursued, where scholars could gather, where intellectual and spiritual growth would flourish together. Not just for the elite. Not just for one group. But a place where learning itself was sacred.

In 859 CE, she used her inheritance to found Al-Qarawiyyin in Fez.

It began as a mosque with an educational mission—but it became so much more. Within decades, Al-Qarawiyyin was attracting scholars from across the Islamic world and beyond. Students came to study theology, mathematics, astronomy, medicine, philosophy, law.

The library at Al-Qarawiyyin would eventually house some of the world’s oldest manuscripts. The institution would educate some of history’s most influential thinkers, including scholars whose work would later influence European universities during the Renaissance.

Meanwhile, Fatima’s sister Mariam founded the Andalusian Mosque nearby—also with educational functions, also still standing today.
Two sisters. Two enduring centers of learning. Built with inheritance money that could have been spent on anything else.

Think about what that choice meant.

In 859 CE, Fatima al-Fihri looked at wealth and saw possibility. Not just for herself, but for generations she’d never meet. She understood that knowledge doesn’t die with us—it multiplies, spreads, transforms.

Every student who walked through those doors for the next eleven centuries carried forward something she started. Every scholar who debated in those halls. Every manuscript copied in that library. Every idea explored, challenged, refined.

All because one woman chose knowledge over comfort.

Today, Al-Qarawiyyin is recognized by UNESCO and Guinness World Records as the oldest continuously operating educational institution in the world. It became a modern university in 1963, but it’s been teaching students for over 1,165 years.

The same institution Fatima founded in 859 still stands in Fez, still educates, still preserves knowledge.

Think about that timeline. Al-Qarawiyyin was already ancient when Oxford was founded. It was 600 years old when Columbus sailed. It had been teaching students for over a thousand years when the internet was invented.

And it all started with a woman who inherited wealth and chose to invest it in something that would outlive her.

Fatima al-Fihri’s story isn’t just about building a university. It’s about understanding legacy. About recognizing that our choices ripple forward in ways we can’t predict or control—but we can choose what kind of ripples we create.

She chose education. She chose knowledge. She chose to create a space where learning could flourish.

And 1,165 years later, students still walk through those doors.

That’s not just architecture. That’s vision becoming reality across centuries.

Fatima al-Fihri never saw the Renaissance scholars who would study texts preserved in her library. Never saw the thousands upon thousands of students who would pass through Al-Qarawiyyin’s halls. Never saw how her choice would influence education across continents.

But she didn’t need to see it to believe it mattered.

She planted seeds of wisdom in the 9th century, and we’re still harvesting them in the 21st.
That’s what happens when you invest in knowledge. When you choose to build something greater than yourself. When you believe education is worth dedicating your resources, your vision, your life’s work to create.

You don’t just change your own life. You change the trajectory of countless lives you’ll never meet.

Fatima al-Fihri: 800-880 CE (approximate dates).
Founded Al-Qarawiyyin in 859 CE.
The institution still operates 1,165 years later.
One woman. One choice. One thousand years of impact.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is believe that knowledge matters—and then build something to prove it.

She Wrote a Book About Love ~ the Church burned it ~ then Burned her

Published December 26, 2025 by tindertender

In the year 1310, a woman named Marguerite Porete was led to a stake in the heart of Paris, surrounded by a crowd of thousands. She had been condemned as a heretic—the first person the Paris Inquisition would burn for refusing to recant.

Her crime was writing a book.

Marguerite Porete was born around 1250 in the County of Hainaut, in what is now Belgium. She was highly educated, likely from an aristocratic family, and she joined the Beguines—a movement of women who devoted themselves to spiritual life without taking formal vows or submitting to male religious authority.

The Beguines lived by their own rules. They worked among the poor, prayed in their own communities, and sought God on their own terms. This freedom made Church authorities nervous. Women living outside male control, speaking about God without clerical permission, threatened the very foundations of institutional power.

Marguerite took this freedom further than most.
Sometime in the 1290s, she wrote a mystical text called The Mirror of Simple Souls. It was a conversation between allegorical figures—Love, Reason, and the Soul—describing seven stages of spiritual transformation. At its heart was a radical idea: that a soul could become so completely united with divine love that it no longer needed the Church’s rituals, rules, or intermediaries. In the highest states of union, the soul surrendered its will entirely to God—and in that surrender, found perfect freedom.

“Love is God,” she wrote, “and God is Love.”

She did not write her book in Latin, the language of clergy and scholars. She wrote in Old French—the language ordinary people spoke. This meant her dangerous ideas could spread beyond monastery walls, beyond the control of priests and bishops.

And spread they did.

Between 1296 and 1306, the Bishop of Cambrai condemned her book as heretical. He ordered it burned publicly in the marketplace of Valenciennes, forcing Marguerite to watch her words turn to ash. He commanded her never to circulate her ideas again.

She refused.

Marguerite believed her book had been inspired by the Holy Spirit. She had consulted three respected theologians before publishing it, including the esteemed Master of Theology Godfrey of Fontaines, and they had approved. She would not let one bishop’s condemnation silence what she believed to be divine truth.

She continued sharing her book. She continued teaching. She continued insisting that the soul’s relationship with God belonged to no earthly institution.

In 1308, she was arrested and handed over to the Inquisitor of France, a Dominican friar named William of Paris—the same man who served as confessor to King Philip IV, the monarch who was simultaneously destroying the Knights Templar. It was a busy time for burning heretics.

Marguerite was imprisoned in Paris for eighteen months. During that entire time, she refused to speak to her inquisitors. She would not take the oath required to proceed with her trial. She would not answer questions. She maintained absolute silence—an act of defiance that infuriated the authorities.

A commission of twenty-one theologians from the University of Paris examined her book. They extracted fifteen propositions they deemed heretical. Among the most dangerous: the idea that an annihilated soul, fully united with God, could give nature what it desires without sin—because such a soul was no longer capable of sin.

To the Church, this suggested moral chaos. To Marguerite, it described the ultimate freedom of perfect surrender.

She was given every chance to recant. Others in similar positions saved their lives by confessing error. A man arrested alongside her, Guiard de Cressonessart, who had declared himself her defender, eventually broke under pressure and confessed. He was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Marguerite held firm.

On May 31, 1310, William of Paris formally declared her a relapsed heretic—meaning she had returned to condemned beliefs after being warned—and turned her over to secular authorities. The next day, June 1, she was led to the Place de Grève, the public square where executions took place.

The Inquisitor denounced her as a “pseudo-mulier”—a fake woman—as if her gender itself had been a lie, as if no real woman could defy the Church so completely.

They burned her alive.

But something unexpected happened in that crowd of thousands. According to the chronicle of Guillaume de Nangis—a monk who had no sympathy for her ideas—the crowd was moved to tears by the calmness with which she faced her death.

She displayed, the chronicle noted, many signs of penitence “both noble and pious.” Her serenity unnerved those who expected a screaming heretic. Instead, they witnessed a woman who seemed to have already transcended the fire that consumed her body.

The Church ordered every copy of The Mirror of Simple Souls destroyed. They wanted her words erased from history along with her life.

They failed.

Her book survived. Copies circulated secretly, passed from hand to hand across Europe. It was translated into Latin, Italian, and Middle English. For centuries, it was read anonymously—no one knew who had written it. The text was too powerful to disappear, even without a name attached.

It was not until 1946—more than six hundred years after her death—that a scholar named Romana Guarnieri, researching manuscripts in the Vatican Library, finally connected The Mirror of Simple Souls to its author. The woman the Church had tried to erase was finally given back her name.

Today, Marguerite Porete is recognized as one of the most important mystics of the medieval period. Scholars compare her ideas to those of Meister Eckhart, one of the most celebrated theologians of the era—and some believe Eckhart may have been influenced by her work. The book that was burned as heresy is now studied in universities as a masterpiece of spiritual literature.

Her ideas about love transcending institutional control, about the soul finding God directly without intermediaries, about surrender leading to freedom—these are not the ravings of a dangerous heretic. They are the insights of a woman centuries ahead of her time.

The Church that killed her eventually softened its stance on mystical experience. The Council of Vienne in 1312 condemned eight errors from her book, but the broader current of Christian mysticism she represented would continue flowing through figures like Julian of Norwich, Teresa of Ávila, and countless others who sought direct encounter with the divine.

What the flames could not destroy was the truth she had grasped: that love, in its purest form, is greater than fear. That no institution can ultimately control the relationship between a soul and its source. That words born from genuine spiritual insight have a way of surviving every attempt to silence them.

Marguerite Porete spent her final years in silence—refusing to speak to those who demanded she deny her truth. But her book has been speaking for seven centuries.

It is still speaking now.

2 Women, 2 Battles

Published May 20, 2025 by tindertender

We all struggle with something …..

Look at this photo.
I mean -really- look at it.
What do you see?

Two women. Two battles.

Two hearts. Two souls. Two bodies.

When you look at this photo, try not to judge.

Instead, try to understand that we all face our own battles every day.
Some we might share with others, some we keep to ourselves.
They might be obvious. They might not be.

Everyone is facing something they struggle with.
EVERYONE.

And no matter what separates your battles from hers, his battles from theirs, we are ALL human.

Be kind ❤

Female Heart Atacks

Published April 5, 2025 by tindertender

Here is a warning for all from an ER nurse who says, this is the best description of a woman having a heart attack that she has ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and SHARE……….

FEMALE HEART ATTACKS

I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I’ve ever read.

Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have … you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack.

I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.

A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR).

This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening — we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack!

I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.

I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents.
Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.

  1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
  2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!

Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER – you are a hazard to others on the road.

Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road.

Do NOT call your doctor — he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.

  1. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.

A cardiologist says if everyone who sees this post would Share or re-post, you can be sure that we’ll save at least one life.

*Please be a true friend and SHARE this article to all your friends, women & men too. Most men have female loved ones and could greatly benefit from know this information too!

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Misogyny of the Ages

Published February 2, 2025 by tindertender

Narcissists…

Demanding you care.
Demanding you serve.
Demanding you lay down,
And satisfy.

Historical abuses by imposter, parasitical abusers of life, without kindness for the Mother, the Child.

Women Want Peace. Masculine Embrace Being Dominator/Destroyer

Published October 10, 2023 by tindertender

These Palestinian and Israeli women demand only one thing: Peace.

When women gather, something else becomes possible.

Ours is a different kind of power,
a different kind of responsiveness,
receptivity, subtlety and co-creativity.

We need to gather, to inspire and encourage each other, because it’s time for a different relationship
with life on this planet of ours.

~ Clare Dubois

Did They Tell You?

Published August 18, 2023 by tindertender

“They told you about the contractions but did they tell you about the expansion?
Did they tell you how your body would open to make way for the whole universe to pass through?
Did they tell you how your heart would explode with a love bigger than anything you’ve ever known as you pulled your baby to your chest.

They told you about the ring of fire but did they tell you about the crown of stars?
Did they mention that there is a moment when your baby enters the world and you leave your body and touch the heavens and become the light of a million galaxies?
Did they tell you how the pain of stretching to receive your child would be more exquisite than any sensation you’ve felt?

They told you you would scream but did they tell you about how you would roar?
Did they tell you about the power that would rise up from your belly as you called your baby forth with your mighty voice?
Did they tell you how you would embody the wild woman within you and breathe fire with your song?

They told you you would bleed but did they tell you how that sacred blood wouldn’t scare you?
How you would feel grateful for that magical liquid of life as it trickled down your leg?
How you would honor its flow and how it would help you heal a lifetime of hating your body’s bleeding cycles?

They told you these stories and taught you to fear birth, to fear your power, to fear yourself.
But you’re stronger and wiser than that mama.
You know that birth is your divine dance, your soul’s song, your moment with God, and you walk fearlessly into her open arms.”

~ Catie Atkinson
@spiritysoul on Instagram

NOTE: Not all pregnancies and births are the same. Some are fraught with complications and heartache. Our hearts go out to these with compassion, support, and love.

Art: Paz Treuquil, “Pulliwen”
@paztreuquil
https://www.paztreuquil.com/

The Panniculus

Published May 14, 2023 by tindertender

I was today years old when I learnt that the part of the body we affectionately refer to as a pouch has a proper scientific name.

Ladies and gentleman, introducing the panniculus, “an apron of skin and fat that sags below the navel, particularly after pregnancy or weight loss”.

While I won’t be adding panniculus to my baby names list, I do think we should show it a little more love. Because despite what you might see on social media, having a pouch, or a panniculus on a Sunday, is entirely natural and normal. And to prove it, I refer you to the drawing attached.

This piece of art was created in 23,000 BCE, on the walls of a cave in what we now call France. Opinions vary as to whether it represents a woman in childbirth, or an appreciative ode to the female form, but either way her pouch is clearly visible, and she was important enough and interesting enough and beautiful enough to commit to rock for eternity.

It can be hard to feel good about our bodies after pregnancy and birth, and there’s no denying that we have been forever changed by the experience inside and out, but it’s even harder when we try to live up to unattainable and constantly shifting beauty standards.

That’s why this piece of art brings me such joy, the figure is undeniably and unashamedly female, lumps and bumps and all. And if a woman 25,000 years ago, whose life was undoubtedly much harder than mine, can handle this jelly, then so can I.

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