How could Ziad think that having to leave her family and live alone in a foreign country was the better deal? Struggling to succeed for Mama’s sake, when she would actually have been more than happy to stay here and join Baba in the pharmacy? If it hadn’t been for the fact that Ziad, as the son, automatically earned that privilege? But, looking from one of her parents to the other, she knows that she can never say any of this out loud.
