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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Make It Delicious
  4. PART ONE
  5. 1 HALA Going Home
  6. 2 MAWAL Nawara
  7. 3 SORAYA Fire
  8. 4 KHADIJA Sand and Fire
  9. PART TWO
  10. 5 HALA Mourning
  11. 6 MAWAL Crossing
  12. 7 SORAYA Visas
  13. 8 MAWAL Flowers from My Roza
  14. 9 KHADIJA School
  15. 10 HALA White
  16. 11 HALA Weddings
  17. 12 SORAYA Success
  18. 13 MAWAL America
  19. 14 KHADIJA Birthday
  20. 15 SORAYA The American Dream
  21. 16 KHADIJA Social Studies
  22. 17 SORAYA Fancy-Dance Man
  23. 18 HALA Sharif
  24. 19 MAWAL Looking
  25. 20 HALA Aqaba
  26. 21 HALA Visiting
  27. 22 MAWAL The Beautiful Gift
  28. 23 KHADIJA Traditions
  29. 24 HALA Dress Up
  30. 25 HALA Backgammon
  31. PART THREE
  32. 26 KHADIJA Sleeping Over
  33. 27 SORAYA Love Story/Remembering Story
  34. 28 KHADIJA Mothers
  35. 29 MAWAL Maziuna
  36. 30 SORAYA Clouds
  37. 31 KHADIJA Long Distance
  38. 32 HALA Old Men
  39. PART FOUR
  40. 33 HALA Naked Underneath
  41. 34 MAWAL Safe
  42. 35 KHADIJA Fire
  43. 36 SORAYA Just Down the Road
  44. 37 HALA Bare Walls
  45. Acknowledgments

I sit, staring at nothing, maybe at yesterday. I want to puke or punch something, but Hamdi’s voice won’t let me.

“The fall will come. It hasn’t yet, but it will. It’s just down the road.”

We move slowly along the streets in our bubble, but then Hamdi pulls over under a tree, puts the car in park, and stares in front of him. “Soraya, I know what Haydar did. I know it has caused you a considerable amount of grief. I am willing to help you in whatever way I can, whether financial or otherwise.”

How can he know? Like Haydar long ago, I am dumbstruck. I came here looking for an escape, and I am being handed one, and I don’t know how to use it.

“Soraya, I want to do what is right, to help you find what is right. I have told no one, and I will respect your wishes, as you are a young woman, not a child. You can always come to me, but please, for your own good, forget about Haydar and who he was. That person is gone. It is so hard to accept, but he is gone, whether because of his illness, or because of the drugs he takes, he is gone. Please, please don’t think of him as an alternative.”

Hamdi’s English words sit between us on the leather seats, like uninvited guests that squeeze you and make you want to scream. I can’t even cry. I want to get out of the car, but I can’t move, can’t speak.

Hamdi stares for a bit, then starts driving. I don’t know where we are going, but I need to move and I am thankful that somewhere in his controlled little self, he understands that. He doesn’t even mind when I turn up the music, loud, and close my eyes, lean back in the seat, and go as far away from here as I can.

37 HALA Bare Walls

37HALABare Walls

Hamdi and Fay have a nice house in the center of the city that suits them and their professor lifestyle. I have my own private room in the back that looks out on an enclosed patio. Bougainvillea climbs up the white walls and makes my view pink- and salmon-colored. Inside, however, the white walls are bare because that is classier than having photos and posters scattered all over the place.