One blessing of the blogosphere is I met many, many intelligent men and women, and one of them is Baraka. I don't know her personally, but her writings always make sense. I am disappointed that she does not write fiction as much as she should. Any good short story gets measured by the impact of its opening and closing sentences. Follow the link and read the full story. It's the story of a second-generation immigrant/Pakistani girl who sees her mom enjoying blissful moments with herself .....and as a reaction.......
A great tale about the psychological impact of cultural conflicts. I am reproducing here only the beginning part but read the rest with the link,
"She used to spy on her mother, who seemed stranger each day the little girl went to school and discovered what normal was. What it wasn’t: The chicken tikka sandwiches her mother packed for lunchtime that smelled enough to wrinkle little snub noses and avert golden heads, the baggy pants and long shirts she wore while waiting at the curb after school, the hesitant English and modest grace that marked everything she did, so different from the loud, confident mothers of the other girls at school....."
Read the full short story here
A great tale about the psychological impact of cultural conflicts. I am reproducing here only the beginning part but read the rest with the link,
"She used to spy on her mother, who seemed stranger each day the little girl went to school and discovered what normal was. What it wasn’t: The chicken tikka sandwiches her mother packed for lunchtime that smelled enough to wrinkle little snub noses and avert golden heads, the baggy pants and long shirts she wore while waiting at the curb after school, the hesitant English and modest grace that marked everything she did, so different from the loud, confident mothers of the other girls at school....."
Read the full short story here
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Thanks for the kind words and for linking! :)
you are always welcome
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