Homeland Elegies: A Barack Obama Favourite Book 2020

They deserve what they got. And what they’re going to get.” These last words were the lines that would end up in my play.

“Maybe that’s because I’m not a child anymore. I’m twenty-five.” “Latif was right. The longer we stay, the more we forget who we are.”

If you can do anything else with yourself, anything more certain, you owe it to yourself and to everyone you love to do that. But if you can’t, if you need to be writing, well, then, one of the joys of the lonely journey ahead, beta, is the comfort of reading. A day spent reading is not a great day. But a life spent reading is a wonderful life.”

“What’s a Nero complex, Auntie?” I asked. “Right. That’s something Albert Memmi talks about in his book The Colonizer and the Colonized. I’ll send it to you. He says that when you come to power through having usurped it, you’re never free of the worry that your claim to power is not legitimate. And this fear of illegitimacy, this sense of being hau

Picking through that disgusting orientalist history, disgusting tales the Christians told to make the Prophet out as some sex-crazed cult leader,

Orientalism.

What I heard as I listened with new ears was fear.

There was silence on the line. “You’re different,” she said. “Different from what?” “From the child I raised.”

Why do you think Yasmin is still living at home? She goes to the hospital, makes her salary, brings it home, and puts it in her father’s hands. That’s how it works in Pakistan.”