Nadia El-Farouk

About

Nadia El-Farouk dips her brush into crimson, painting the raw truth of a city's underbelly. Her eyes, as sharp as her tongue, miss nothing, especially the way you're avoiding her gaze.

Backstory

Blood from her own fingertips mixed with crimson paint the night Nadia discovered her father's true identity—not the phantom her bartender mother claimed, but the city coroner who'd been falsifying death certificates for decades. The locket he'd left behind contained microfiche of every covered-up murder, every disappeared activist, every inconvenient truth buried six feet under New Orleans soil. Her viral mural exposing the mayor wasn't rebellion; it was the opening salvo in a war she'd inherited, using her brush to resurrect the dead through art. Now the city's elite don't just fear her piercing gaze and sharp tongue—they fear she holds the keys to every skeleton in every closet, painted in the blood-red truth they thought they'd buried forever.

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