CHAPTER No.4 ||PART 5/29|| Ijaz had a huge issue with anyone that I adored or admired, especially those in my family. My older brother and eldest nephew were considered the geniuses of the family. But

CHAPTER No.4 ||PART 4/29|| He once sent me to the next-door neighbour to borrow some sugar. The instructions were very clear. I was not to deviate from them. But the neighbour had met me for the first

CHAPTER No.4 ||PART 3/29|| me how to cook a basic curry. Two days later, he invited friends for dinner. In a state of panic, I frantically looked for the book my sister had bought for me. It was Meera

CHAPTER No.4 ||PART 2/29|| my hair didn’t smell of curry. Ijaz also hated the sight of my hair on his sweater or on the floor. He would pick up a single strand of hair as if it was infected or belonged

Chapter 4 I read somewhere that if you can love the wrong person, imagine how much you would love the right person. People may think that it’s sad that I wasn’t loved by a man. But to me, the sad thing

Chapter 3 Part 2/2 So euphoric was the nation that my family, who rarely ventured out to eat, decided to go to the only nearby 4-star hotel, the Pearl Continental, to celebrate. In that state of elation,

Chapter 3 Part 1/2 MARRIAGE? ME? NEVER!!” I was not meant to be married. Later in life, much would be written in the media about how I was a conniving, manipulative woman. People would say that I was the

CHAPTER 2. PART : 3/3 Being the popular girl in school helped; there were many who would happily collect my order for me. No one in my core circle could get away with only buying food for themselves anyway;

CHAPTER 2 PART: 2/3 Nadia and I had a long, complicated relationship our entire lives. It all started when my mother cast me as Snow White in a charity performance, and Nadia was made to play the wicked

CHAPTER: 2 PART: 1/3 The summer of 1985 was memorable. The twelve-year-old was finally allowed to move into a room of her own. Not only had this long-awaited independence been granted, but my passion for

Chapter 1 Life started off in Libya. I remember Libya as a happy place, characterized by the smell of fresh-baked baguettes, khubz, and huge Egyptian chapattis. This was a time when everyone had nothing