One day in December 2000, I received a gift for Eid. My mom had a habit of leaving us little gift bags, filled with board games and books and goodies, by our bedroom doors the night before Eid. As I clutched my blanket with my henna-covered hands, I saw a shadow move outside my door.
The next morning as I ripped through my goodies bag, I found the usual
On Saturday around 4 o’clock, I came home from brunch at my friend’s house. I had a lot of work to do: a 55,000 word manuscript to read for an Editorial assignment and some thinking to do for my Ad assignment for Marketing. I figured, let me just read a chapter while I settle down. 

This week’s anticipated title: Silence