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  • Fatima Morken

Updated: Aug 30, 2019


Wardrobe: La Cotonnière

Photographer: Mariel McHugh


Well, let’s see. The thought came to me as I sang Céline Dion’s “If That’s What It Takes” in French. A totally different title in the singer‘s native tongue, by the way (“Pour Que Tu M’aimes Encore”).


“Je ne suis pas comme les autres, oh, non, non, non, ” I sang. This phrase translates to, “I am not like the others, oh, no, no, no”.


Exactly. I. Am. Not. Like. The. Others. And neither are you.


Your timing and mine aren’t identical. Your background and mine aren’t the same. Why should either one of us impose our agenda on each other?


Do I really have to live life on the fast lane?! Can I please take my time and process the beauty of progress?! Or am I not reaching the so-said milestones in life quickly enough?! Can I breathe?!


I got tired of being a workaholic all of my life. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a go-getter. I still make decisions firmly and efficiently, but I’m finally at peace embracing the idea of knowing I am slowly, but surely reaching my objectives at my own pace.


My goals. Not anyone else’s. Finally performing for me. Not the world.


I love the people who genuinely care for me, but I have gotten to the point of my life (and should have a long time ago) where I do things on my timetable. I operate as I can and am inspired to– not on orders; not to others’ expectations.


It‘s your life and mine. What will you do with yours? Are you like the others?


Do you want to be tossed back and forth and never accomplish anything?


What‘s to become of your real dreams? Not jokes or ideas– what you really want (above all things)?


If you make mistakes, recognize them, correct yourself and move on.


Move on like the wind. Be free. Be you.


You are the most important person in your life.


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  • Fatima Morken

Updated: Jun 16, 2020


Photo Credit: Mariel McHugh


During my early years of childhood, I had the best father a girl could ask for.


We danced together, played at the park and went out on the weekends.


I got a brand-new doll or toy of my choice every friday evening after my dad came home from work.


It was throughout the course of my adolescence my father began to come home late at night and would disappear for hours at a time.


Since then, it’s been a rollercoaster ride of emotions in regards to my dad’s addictions.


Alcoholism and gambling have deteriorated him and robbed him of the person he truly and fully is.


On board a plane to Paris, France a few years ago, I finally had the time to think about my relationship with my father in ways I hadn’t previously so done.


At that moment, I healed the most and wrote this song...


“I WANNA TALK TO MY FATHER”

Songwriter: © Fatima Morken, 2015 BMI


VERSE 1:

I may have been able to dance

I may have been able to glance

I may have been able to live

I may have been able to give

I may have been able to walk

I may have been able to talk

I may have been able to see

I may have been able to dream


PRE-CHORUS 1:

But there’s one thing missing in my life

There’s one thing missing in my soul


CHORUS:

I wanna talk to my father

I wanna get to know

The things that kept him from breaking

The things that made him break

I wanna talk to my father

I wanna get to know

The things that made him laugh

The things that made him cry

The things that made him fly


VERSE 2:

I may have been able to reach

I may have been able to teach

I may have been able to sing, yea

I may have been able to swing

I may have been able to go

I may have been able to glow

I may have been able to stay

I may have been able to play


PRE-CHORUS 2:

But there’s one thing I insist I need to know

There’s this thing eating at my soul


REPEAT CHORUS


LAST CHORUS:

I wanna talk to my father

I wanna hear it all

Why is there such an entrapment?

Why does one carry shame?

Why is there so much frustration?

Don’t we know there’s a sky?

There isn’t anything

In this circle of pain

Of which we cannot gain

There isn’t anything

In this circle of pain

Of which we cannot gain

There isn’t anything

In this circle of pain

Of which we cannot gain


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  • Fatima Morken

Updated: Apr 24, 2019


Photo Credit: Tim Stinnett


It was a peaceful morning when I wrote this song.


You know... you wake up, you are single, you have no children... so... the time is yours.


What better thing for a songwriter like me?


You know how I make my life easier?


I do what I need to do.


I need peace? I calm down. I meditate.


How? However I can.


This song is a statement of happiness.


Of satisfaction.


You know those moments of bliss you experience?


Without punctuated reason. They just occur?


In that moment of thankfulness to everything- to everyone, to The Universe, to God- I wrote this song.


I’m not Catholic, but I have a classical music background and a deep love for church hymns.


After all, who doesn’t regard an Ave Maria with tenderness? With gentleness?


So yeah, I wrote my own Ave Maria!


To those of you who regard her as Regina Caeli, Mater Dei, I hope this song blesses you!


I hope it means so much you as it does to me.


Thank you, Mary, for your inspiration.


“AVE MARIA” Songwriter: © Fatima Morken, 2018 BMI


VERSE 1: Sometimes when things are too strong I just sit in my bed

Oh, Ave Maria To calm myself down It is not a surprise I sing an Ave Maria Sometimes when I feel just too weak I just think in my head Oh, Ave Maria To regain the strength that I’ve lost I see I need an Ave Maria


CHORUS: Ave Maria Oh, Ave Maria It calms me down when I hear your name in my midst Oh, Ave Maria

It calms me down when you hear my supplication and need Oh, Ave Maria

It soothes me when you hear the anger and shame that I have Oh, Ave Maria


VERSE 2: Sometimes when I’m scared and alone which isn’t so much I say an Ave Maria And even when my heart is with joy what choice do I have Oh, Ave Maria It’s a crazy thing that I say and I insist an Ave Maria When I can’t keep up with myself it is then when I sing an Ave Maria


REPEAT CHORUS


VERSE 3: Ave Maria Oh, Ave Maria Ave Maria... (ad libitum)


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