You could say I have a fire in my belly.
Of course you could say it. You can say whatever you like. I don’t care. I will not raise a finger to stop you.
Besides, it’s true.
A Kindling, they call me. With a long “I”. Kīndling. I am not aware of whether it is the name of the thing itself – the genetic affliction, that is – or the name of all those who suffer from the affliction or something specific only to my instance of it.
But it is all the same, in the end. My name is Nasreen. I am a Kindling and I have a fire in my belly.