Stuff from today
I do not know how to respond when asked, "What's your favorite book?" I used to read all the time. But, since having kids, my reading has been mostly my stepmom's hand-me-down magazines. She takes every cool subscription known to man, and passes them my way.
Today I actually escaped ALONE to the library. Came home with a book called the Story of My Life: An Afghan Girl on the Other Side of the Sky.
It was written by Farah Ahmedi, a 19-year-old woman who escaped the Taliban in 2002. She had lost a leg after stepping on a land mine as a young child. All of Farah's family was gone, so she was the one to lead her ill mother to safety in a place where women alone were in danger.
Once in the U. S. she and her mother had to learn how to do all of the things that are so familiar to Americans. They both needed extensive medical care; Farah for a new prosthetic leg, and her mother for severe asthma. Grocery shopping was overwhelming, because they could not read the packages. Young Farah soon found herself in a position of being in charge of her sick mother and feeling very alone. Eventually they met a kind volunteer from World Relief, who made their lives much more comfortable. She taught Farah and her mother how to take care of themselves here.
This book wasn't full of outstanding writing. But the story itself, of what these people went through, captured me.
Today I actually escaped ALONE to the library. Came home with a book called the Story of My Life: An Afghan Girl on the Other Side of the Sky.
It was written by Farah Ahmedi, a 19-year-old woman who escaped the Taliban in 2002. She had lost a leg after stepping on a land mine as a young child. All of Farah's family was gone, so she was the one to lead her ill mother to safety in a place where women alone were in danger.
Once in the U. S. she and her mother had to learn how to do all of the things that are so familiar to Americans. They both needed extensive medical care; Farah for a new prosthetic leg, and her mother for severe asthma. Grocery shopping was overwhelming, because they could not read the packages. Young Farah soon found herself in a position of being in charge of her sick mother and feeling very alone. Eventually they met a kind volunteer from World Relief, who made their lives much more comfortable. She taught Farah and her mother how to take care of themselves here.
This book wasn't full of outstanding writing. But the story itself, of what these people went through, captured me.
