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it. From the rebellious look on Sarah’s face whenever Fareeda spoke, Isra
                sensed her resentment.
                     “Sarah!”  Fareeda  shouted  from  the  base  of  the  stairs.  “Come  down

                here!”
                     “Coming!” Sarah called back.
                     “Go see what’s taking her so long,” Fareeda told Isra when Sarah still
                hadn’t  come  a  minute  later.  Isra  did  as  she  was  told.  At  the  top  of  the
                staircase, she could see Sarah in her room. She was reading, holding the
                book to her face like a shield, inhaling the words as if they were fueling her
                somehow. Isra was mesmerized by the sight.

                     “What is she doing?” Fareeda yelled from the bottom of the staircase.
                     “I don’t know,” Isra lied.
                     “Sure you don’t.” Fareeda stomped up the staircase.
                     “Sarah . . . ,” Isra whispered in an attempt to warn her. But it was too
                late. Fareeda was already at the top of the stairs.
                     “I  knew  it!”  She  stormed  into  the  room  and  snatched  the  book  from

                Sarah’s hand. “Why didn’t you come downstairs like I asked?”
                     “I wanted to finish the chapter.”
                     “Finish the chapter?” Fareeda placed her hand on her hips. “And what
                makes you think some book is more important than learning how to cook?”
                     Sarah  let  out  a  sigh,  and  Isra  felt  her  stomach  drop.  In  her  head  she
                could hear Mama’s voice saying that books had no use, that all a woman
                needed to learn was patience, and no book could teach her that.

                     “Tell me,” Fareeda said, moving closer to Sarah. “Will books teach you
                how to cook and clean? Will they help you find a husband? Will they help
                you raise children?”
                     “There’s more to life than having a husband and children,” Sarah said.
                “I never hear you telling Ali to stop studying or put down his books. How
                come he’s allowed to go to college? Why don’t you ever pressure him about

                marriage?”
                     “Because marriage is what’s important for girls,” Fareeda snapped. “Not
                college. You’re almost a teenager. It’s time you grew up and learned this
                now: A woman is not a man.”
                     “But it’s not fair!” Sarah shouted.
                     “Don’t backtalk to me,” Fareeda said, lifting her open palm. “Another
                word, and I’ll slap you.”
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