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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 9, 2017
“My arms are hairy, too,” I said. “Except I epilate them.”
As she wrinkled her forehead, I realized too late that could be construed as an insult.
“Do you always lead like that?” she asked.
“Beginnings aren’t my strong point,” I admitted.
I’m too Muslim for the non-Muslims, but not Muslim enough for the Muslims.
Right before lunch, a freshman I’d never seen before stopped me and said, “Hey, man, sorry about your uncle getting gassed.”
“No one got gassed during Partition,” I told him. “You’re thinking of a different genocide.”
Ashish asked, “I don’t understand why the Muslims don’t tell the terrorists to stop?”
For Farah, this was some kind of breaking point, the end of nice.
She clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh. My. God. You are so right! Hold on—” She took out her phone and pretended to dial. “Hello, Terrorists? Hi! Can you please stop blowing stuff up, it’s becoming a real drag. You will stop? No more beheadings, no more suicide bombs? Awesome, thanks! What? Can I stop US hegemony? Sure, no problem, I’ll make sure it’s over by tomorrow. All right, later! Holy shit, Ashish, thanks to you I just saved the world.”
“I’m not your miracle, I’m just a regular screwed-up teenage girl"
“Tell him, I thought. What do you have to lose?
My pride, for one. And that thing we call a heart.”
"I'm too Muslim for the non-Muslims, but not Muslim enough for the Muslims. And the weird thing is, I realized I've been trying to prove to people that I'm cool, that yeah, I don't drink and whatever but I'm smart and funny and extremely un-oppressed, but I wonder, at the end of the day, will they secretly think a girl in hijab can never be that cool simply because she wears hijab? But then I think, why does it matter what they think of me? I refuse to spend my life proving myself, not to the Muslims, not to the non-Muslims. I'm going to wear a headscarf and I'm going to pray and fast and I'm going to smoke ganja and I'm going to get into Harvard Medical School."
“Tell him, I thought. What do you have to lose?
My pride, for one. And that thing we call a heart.”
"I’m too Muslim for the non-Muslims, but not Muslim enough for the Muslims."
“I’m not your miracle, I’m just a regular screwed-up teenage girl"
"I’m too Muslim for the non-Muslims, but not Muslim enough for the Muslims."
"Grandfathers were supposed to be cuddly, good-humoured, gift-bearing- not look like they might deliver a sermon that ended with "Death to America"."
Ashish asked, “I don’t understand why the Muslims don’t tell the terrorists to stop?”
For Farah, this was some kind of breaking point, the end of nice.
She clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh. My. God. You are so right! Hold on—” She took out her phone and pretended to dial. “Hello, Terrorists? Hi! Can you please stop blowing stuff up, it’s becoming a real drag. You will stop? No more beheadings, no more suicide bombs? Awesome, thanks! What? Can I stop US hegemony? Sure, no problem, I’ll make sure it’s over by tomorrow. All right, later! Holy shit, Ashish, thanks to you I just saved the world.”
"Though sorrow is life-destroying, we cannot escape it, as we have a heart."
“I’m not your miracle, I’m just a regular screwed-up teenage girl"