I was never happy with the role I’d been cast in. I remembered a time when I was free of any cement, before that hideous man entered our lives, and so I struggled with each layer that was piled on me. I remembered the years before my mother met him and embraced fundamentalist Islam and started covering her hair and calling everything haram (forbidden) I remembered taking swimming lessons and playing in the park. I remembered not having to get up before dawn to mumble into the carpet. I remembered being allowed to play with my Barbies and with the non-Muslim neighbour’s kids. I remembered
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