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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

She dreamed that she bore her daughter’s child and that it was healthy and could recite the opening chapter of the Quran, which it did over and over again, sprinkling it every so often with “you will marry again.” When the service came to a stop, she woke up and believed, just for a moment, that it was true.

We are from God and to Him we return, she muttered to herself as the car started up again and she watched the countryside roll by on her way home.

Fat, thick, raw silence. My mother will be sad tonight and her food will not be tasty. You can’t drink these aches without spitting them out somewhere. Farah’s daughter will go on to have healthy children, but Farah will bring us her tragedies, sew them under my mother’s skin, and walk away; stitches as penance for an easy life.

7 SORAYA Visas

7SORAYAVisas

I am a new breed. A rebel. My mother and her sisters can spill a story from any woman, but I can make a man talk. I am in between. Familiar ears. Safe mouth. I have men as friends, as well as lovers.

Black leather, like cool with gold leather on the shoulders, and a little fringe like spaghetti. Droopy mustache on either side of his lips. Looks like a Mexican, I’d say, but no, like a man in charge of himself, he says.

Not typical visa entry, not like the others:

Student Visa Who Hangs Out With Arabs

Student Visa Who Hangs Around With Non-Arabs

Instant Citizen Who Came In On A Relative’s Citizenship

Illegal Immigrant Who Came In On Tourist Visa And Never Left

Citizen By Virtue Of Marriage

After those categories come two more:

Works His Ass Off (Have to if you want to make it)

Doesn’t Work A Lick (America is the Land Of Opportunity and should be handed to you on a silver platter. Besides, it’s hard to get used to an 8, 10, or 12 hour day.)

Walid doesn’t fit into those categories anymore. He started out as Student Visa, then went to a new category: Student Visa Who Made Friends With Americans. He went to technical school, and now he repairs copy machines and pretty much Works His Ass Off.

He tries to avoid the Arab community because they are too expensive to be around. “Someone is always getting married, having a baby, getting a new job, and you have to spend too much money on them. I spend money on no one and no one spends money on me.” That, and they are very nosy. Nosy people are like magnet and steel to each other, and Walid’s mother, Um Radwan, is the nosiest woman on earth.

He’s got a routine too.

At work he drives his own car because it comes out as more profitable than driving the company car.