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281 pages, Hardcover
First published January 16, 2018
- And btw, in the end, she’s romancing another guy, a Hindu nonetheless. After all the fussing and falling over Phil, she moves on to another guy. Way to go, binch!
- The supposedly cute romance was way too fluffy. Like made-to-feel-this-way fluff. Like, they-are-too-cute-together-omigod fluff.
- I couldn’t think of anything those two had in common. Except, maybe a crush on each other.
- I know, I shouldn’t be disappointed to see a Muslim girl romancing a Christian boy. Everyone has a right to date whoever they want.
- But she never acknowledges her religion, doesn’t give it a second thought. It’s like she was saving face, trying to play cool by not saying out loud that NO, MUSLIMS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DATE. BUT I WANT TO SO I DO. Someone’s ashamed of her beliefs.
- So there’s one time, when Kareem drinks wine in front of Maya and she seems shocked.
- What do they do, then? Laugh over it as if it’s a joke. Say “it’s not like I’m eating pork”!!
- Who ever said, drinking wine is allowed and pork is not?? BOTH ARE FORBIDDEN FOR MUSLIMS AND ONE IS NOT WORSE THAN THE OTHER. And if you don’t act over it, you at least state the fact Maya, not joke over it because it doesn’t matter to you.
- Yeah, not all Muslim girls are hijabis, pray 5 times a day and not drink wine. But doesn’t being a Muslim rep come with its responsibilities? Like say, explain her Islamic ways?
- If Maya never had a Muslim last name, or if it was not specifically mentioned in the blurb, I wouldn’t have thought Maya was Muslim, or pick up the book in the first place.
- It is just clever marketing strategy. SAY YOUR MC IS MUSLIM, THAT YOU REPRESENT DIVERSE CULTURE, AND YOUR BOOK SELLS. HOW CONVENIENT FOR YOU SAMIRA AHMED.
- I mean, I get he was mentally unstable and all that, but his morbid past is no excuse for his morbid sins.
- It was as if the author wanted to say ‘This poor guy had an abusive childhood, Let’s all sympathize him’
- What frustrates me though, is that, if a muslim guy attacks, then it would have been like ”That guy has a beard, he’s muslim. He must be a terrorist!” How convenient is having a beard and a muslim name, to say he is a terrorist.??
- It’s like she was saying this guy who is a terrorist and not muslim, has his own reasons. wth?
- BUT I’M GLAD SAMIRA AHMED TRIED TO SHOW THAT TERRORISM HAS NO RELIGION. I’m just not convinced it was what she actually meant.
- Also, the subplot started at like 50% into the story, and was over in a few pages. After that back to the romance.
- Why did she even bother? Seems to me it was just to spice up the story.
- I hope it wasn’t written to feel like it was just Indian parents.
- Because seriously, that happens all around the world.
- And Maya doesn’t give a heck about anything. As soon as she is out of her parents’ sight, she goes on a kissing spree.
- She says she wants to be independent.
- But why does being independent have to mean dating and kissing as many boys as I can?
- Like, why can’t it just be – I am on my own, I am free to do what I please, and I don’t care what anyone thinks?
- NO. For Maya, independence means she can go to prom and makeout.
- That’s the same girl who couldn’t even find her voice when Brian cornered her in a food court.
- She was such a scaredy-cat then. Where was all that bravado with her parents?
- I mean, it was a food court for god’s sake. Couldn’t she like, scream?
- Another thing, she talks about so many movies and some books I don’t have any idea about, and well, spoils them all. No I don’t like spoilers even if I probably am not going to watch those movies or read those books. Thanks.
I'm scared. I'm not just scared that somehow I'll be next; it's a quieter fear and more insidious. I'm scared of the next Muslim ban. I'm scared of dad getting pulled into Secondary Security Screening at the airport for "random" questioning. I'm scared for the hijabi girls I know getting their scarves pulled off while they're walking down the sidewalk––or worse. I'm scared of being the object of fear and loathing and suspicion again. Always
A terrorist attack. Another tragedy. Is there no end? Is this how life will always be? I want to know more, but there is one piece of information I absolutely hope I don't hear. I whisper a prayer to the universe. "Please, please let everyone be okay. Please don't let it be a Muslim."
My father picks up where my mother leaves off. "These terrorists are the antithesis of Islam. They're not Muslim. Violence has no place in religion, and the terrorists are responsible for their own crimes, not the religion and not us."
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I interrupt my mother. "Too bad none of that matters. We all get painted like we're un-American and terrorist sympathizers, no matter how loudly we condemn terrorism and say it's un-Islamic. It's guilt by association."
"You might have heard this before, but guys aren't always the best communicators"
"You're pretty good at it"
"Yes" Kareem says, then leans back with both hands behind his head. "I am rather great, aren't I?"
I'm scared. I'm not just scared that somehow I'll be next; it's a quieter fear and more insidious. I'm scared of the next Muslim ban. I'm scared of dad getting pulled into Secondary Security Screening at the airport for "random" questioning. I'm scared for the hijabi girls I know getting their scarves pulled off while they're walking down the sidewalk––or worse. I'm scared of being the object of fear and loathing and suspicion again. Always
My father picks up where my mother leaves off. "These terrorists are the antithesis of Islam. They're not Muslim. Violence has no place in religion, and the terrorists are responsible for their own crimes, not the religion and not us."