Salaam, with Love
(Sprache: Englisch)
Dua struggles to find her place in her conservative family's household, but as she spends the month of Ramadan with her cousin in Queens, Dua finds herself learning more about her faith, relationships, and place in the world.
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Dua struggles to find her place in her conservative family's household, but as she spends the month of Ramadan with her cousin in Queens, Dua finds herself learning more about her faith, relationships, and place in the world.
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oneI was rocking out to the radio in my room when my mom walked in. I froze, one foot behind me, and reached up to pull my earbuds out as my mom watched me with a bemused expression.
Dua, come into the kitchen. Your father and I have something to tell you, she said, the Urdu words flowing like poetry from her lips. And please stop jumping around like an electrocuted penguin, she added, closing the door behind her.
Electrocuted penguin, I muttered as I put the earbuds away. Actually, I d been called worse when it came to my dancing.
What s . . . My voice trailed off as I walked into the kitchen and saw the looks on my parents faces. What happened? My heart hammered in my chest. Was this about my music again?
We ll explain, Mom said gently. Sit down, please.
I bit my lip. If music hadn t been on their minds, I didn t want to bring it up and cause an argument. Instead, I asked, Did someone die?
Dad shook his head. No, alhamdulillah all praise is due to God. You remember Uncle Yusuf and his family?
Dad had seven brothers; keeping all their names and faces straight in my head was almost impossible unless a cup of coffee sat at the bottom of my stomach first. Yeah, of course. His family visited Dada and Daadi in Pakistan at the same time as us five years ago.
Dua, Mom said, as if I hadn t even spoken, as you know, Ramadan starts in a week.
Yeah, I agreed, my brow furrowed as I leaned forward, waiting for her to finish. I wasn t even sure I wanted to hear what else she had to say. And?
Well, Yusuf invited us to come and stay with them for Ramadan, Dad said, a smile breaking out on his face, his teeth startlingly white against his tanned skin. And we re going to take him up on it.
For a minute, all I could do was blink at him, my mind suddenly blank. Of all the things I expected him to say, this had been nowhere on the list. Once my brain processed his words, I said, What? Wait . . . what?
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We are going to stay at your uncle Yusuf s for Ramadan, Mom repeated, slowly this time, enunciating each syllable. Now, please, be happy; we haven t seen them in years.
I would ve jumped out of my seat if I hadn t already been in danger of falling off of it. Exactly! I haven t seen or even talked to Uncle Yusuf or my cousins in five years; that s a long time. How am I supposed to connect with them? What are we going to talk about?
There s so much you have in common with your cousins. Your heritage, your faith, Dad reminded me.
I barely held in a snort. Heritage, sure. Faith? Not so much. I knew enough about Islam from what Mom and Dad had taught me growing up, from years of weekends spent at the dining table while they read from the Qur an or books on prophetic tradition. But Uncle Yusuf and his family were on another level. My cousins grew up going to Sunday school where volunteers would teach them the Qur an and Islamic history every week. They had Muslim friends from the moment they were born, all the way through university. Compared to them, I wasn t a bad Muslim, but the differences in our experiences were huge. Ramadan wouldn t be a quiet, private affair in their household the way it was in my small family.
Like Dad, Uncle Yusuf was a doctor pediatrics for Dad, cardiology for Uncle Yusuf. Unlike Dad, when Uncle Yusuf wasn t seeing a patient, he was often found attending or listening to Islamic conferences and lectures. A phone call from him meant getting a free
We are going to stay at your uncle Yusuf s for Ramadan, Mom repeated, slowly this time, enunciating each syllable. Now, please, be happy; we haven t seen them in years.
I would ve jumped out of my seat if I hadn t already been in danger of falling off of it. Exactly! I haven t seen or even talked to Uncle Yusuf or my cousins in five years; that s a long time. How am I supposed to connect with them? What are we going to talk about?
There s so much you have in common with your cousins. Your heritage, your faith, Dad reminded me.
I barely held in a snort. Heritage, sure. Faith? Not so much. I knew enough about Islam from what Mom and Dad had taught me growing up, from years of weekends spent at the dining table while they read from the Qur an or books on prophetic tradition. But Uncle Yusuf and his family were on another level. My cousins grew up going to Sunday school where volunteers would teach them the Qur an and Islamic history every week. They had Muslim friends from the moment they were born, all the way through university. Compared to them, I wasn t a bad Muslim, but the differences in our experiences were huge. Ramadan wouldn t be a quiet, private affair in their household the way it was in my small family.
Like Dad, Uncle Yusuf was a doctor pediatrics for Dad, cardiology for Uncle Yusuf. Unlike Dad, when Uncle Yusuf wasn t seeing a patient, he was often found attending or listening to Islamic conferences and lectures. A phone call from him meant getting a free
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Autoren-Porträt von Sara Sharaf Beg
Sara Sharaf Beg was inspired by her own experiences as a Pakistani American Muslim while writing Salaam, with Love, her debut novel. A graduate of the University of Central Florida and Northwestern University, Sara was a freelance writer before becoming a mental-health counselor. She lives in Texas with her husband, where she likes to cook (the spicier, the better!), binge Bollywood movies, and play video games when she’s not writing or reading. Find her on Instagram at @chutneybinasamosa.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Sara Sharaf Beg
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2022, 272 Seiten, Maße: 13,8 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Underlined
- ISBN-10: 059348262X
- ISBN-13: 9780593482629
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.01.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Salaam, with Love: Achingly sweet, Salaam, with Love is a heartfelt tale of family, faith, and love set against the backdrop of Ramadan. Beg beautifully crafts a comforting tale filled with fun characters and excellent Muslim representation. --Aamna Qureshi, author of The Lady or the Lion
"Salaam, with Love is a beautiful and heartwarming story about family, faith, and love. It is a love letter to Islam, capturing all the wonderful nuances of faith and culture."--Adiba Jaigirdar, author of Hani and Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating
Salaam, with Love parts the curtains and shows a view that to some readers will be entirely new but to others will be a glimpse of home. --Nafiza Azad, author of The Candle and the Flame
"With her distinct voice, Beg captures the feeling of what it s like to be different, yet learning to embrace every part of you. And having a loving family and a cute drummer by your side doesn t hurt either. Salaam, with Love is definitely THE book to bring you warm fuzzy smiles this year."--Jenn P. Nguyen, author of Fake It Till You Break It
"A warm and inviting story about a girl exploring her relationship to her cultural and religious heritage."--Kirkus Reviews
"Heartfelt and humorous."--Your Teen Mag
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