What did they know of it, this thing—this gap—of being different, of not being understood, of being a girl, of being expected to be? Be good for her mother, be chaste like Umbreen, be pretty like Nadia, be polite, be patriotic, be silent, be useful, be a wife, be a mother, be behind the brave men who fought for what she wanted, equally, and could fight for, equally, if she did not have to be.
