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Summary of Hannah Shah's The Imam's Daughter
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822527485
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I wake to the sound of one hand clapping. It is my mother banging on the cellar door above me. The air was filled with the scent of lavender just before the air was filled with the soft, heady scent of lavender. I was lying in a field, lilac-purple flowers swaying gently above me. I was safe. I was happy.
#2 I spend my days in my world of make-believe, the Lavender Fields and the Loneliness Birds. I find my escape from the darkness there. I am not affected by the English ways, like a lot of young girls I could mention.
#3 I had a street in England named after me. It was a typical Asian street in the early 1980s: a close-knit community where everyone knew each other. I was offered drinks and food whenever I went to my friends’ houses.
#4 My family lived near a few Armenians and a single white lady. The rest of our street’s residents were Pakistani Muslims.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I wake to the sound of one hand clapping. It is my mother banging on the cellar door above me. The air was filled with the scent of lavender just before the air was filled with the soft, heady scent of lavender. I was lying in a field, lilac-purple flowers swaying gently above me. I was safe. I was happy.
#2 I spend my days in my world of make-believe, the Lavender Fields and the Loneliness Birds. I find my escape from the darkness there. I am not affected by the English ways, like a lot of young girls I could mention.
#3 I had a street in England named after me. It was a typical Asian street in the early 1980s: a close-knit community where everyone knew each other. I was offered drinks and food whenever I went to my friends’ houses.
#4 My family lived near a few Armenians and a single white lady. The rest of our street’s residents were Pakistani Muslims.
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