The shame was on her, for she must have done something to have earned the assault, the shame of a culture in which dirty laundry was washed clean of indicating marks, and only the victim was hung out to dry. So was allowing her face to be seen by anyone after her disappointed, worked-nearly-to-death, increasingly alcoholic husband beat the crap out of her for no good reason. But sorry, girls only, which was considered a source of shame. And pregnancy happened, soon, and frequently. Isra was expected to produce babies, preferably boys. Mother-in-law was more of a prison warden than a support. She was barely allowed out of the family’s house. Isra was married off as a teen and moved with her new husband, Adam, from her home in Palestine to Brooklyn. The book would come to her aid in years to come. There’s only one thing you’ll need, and that’s patience.”Isra looooooved reading A Thousand and One Nights, a book that holds special meaning for her. “Soon you’ll learn that there’s no room for love in a woman’s life. “Love each other? What does love have to do with marriage? You think your father and I love each other?” “But what if the suitor and I don’t love each other?”
“Fall in love? What are you saying? Did I raise a sharmouta?” Mama glared at her through the steam “What about it?” She dreamed of finding someone to share her life with, someone to love. We follow her story from 1990 when she was 17. Isra Hadid, was born and raised in Palestine. This is a tale of three generations of women told primarily in two time periods.
It was expected of her that she would agree to marry one of the Muslim suitors who passed her family’s muster, and begin producing babies as soon as possible, and as for having a separate career, a separate identity, well, not so much.
I did not know I was mute until years later, when I’d opened my mouth to ask for what I wanted and realized no one could hear me.Deya Ra’Ad, a Brooklyn teenager, had been raised by people who guarded old-world beliefs and customs. I was born without a voice, one cold, overcast day in Brooklyn, New York.
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