When We Were Sisters: A Novel

by Fatimah Asghar

Our city is full of Used-to-Bes, of people who came from somewhere else, whose degrees don’t matter here, who check out groceries and pump gas and return to their single room in a rented apartment, to a framed photo of them in their cap and gown holding a degree above their bed.

I can’t be alone when every person in my life is a galaxy, a world on a world in themselves.

Some books cut so close to the heart that you are reborn after. That you can’t be the same.