Rashid

“What’s going on?” my sister asked.

I never thought I’d be calling Salama of all people, but I was desperate for anything at this point. We’d never really gotten to be close as siblings with our parents always dragging us away from each other to groom us into the separate gendered roles we’d soon fall into once we were adults.

It'd been sad to see my only companion at a young age, her being only a year and a half ...