“They’re really like us.” –my parents after having their first full-fledged conversation with their white neighbours.
“Nura is cooking white food!” –when I made medium-rare steak for the first time.
“Why do they have a holiday for rabbits?” –my dad’s understanding of Easter when we first arrived in Canada.
“Why do they have a holiday for turkeys?” –my dad’s understanding of Thanksgiving when we first arrived in Canada.
“Ya Allah! His name is Issa! Peace be upon him.” –every time I said ‘Jesus Christ’.
“Why are you doing this to my life?” –my mom whenever I do something she doesn’t approve of.
“Are you pregnant yet?” –every time I see my mom. It’s been over a decade of the same question.
“Just because you don’t wear a hijab doesn’t mean you have to dress so slutty.” –my mom upon seeing me wear a T-shirt.
