Twenty years later, she dreams of being a poet, but she is unmarried, almost thirty, and is substitute teaching for a living. Our main character in this novel is Ayesha, who immigrated to Canada with her family when she was seven years old.
I’ve said a lot, so let’s jump into the review. Considering how the publishing industry gatekeeps people of color and their stories, I’m proud that this was published. I think the content of the book is very important in today’s society, and I am genuinely glad it was published. I’d never heard of the author before, and it is heartwarming to see new names in the publishing world, especially when a book begins to enter a more public consciousness, such as this one did. I had heard about this book distantly in the past once, maybe by a friend in passing, which might’ve been another reason why I picked it up. I’ve also never read Pride and Prejudice, which this novel claims to be a contemporary Muslim version of, so I can’t really attest to the validity of that statement. Right off the bat I didn’t think this book would be about South Asians based on the cover image, but once I saw the name Ayesha I knew roughly who our main character was. I’m rediscovering my people as well as cultivating my love for South Asia, especially as I pathetically try to teach myself Urdu and continue my Bangla studies. I think I really liked the purple hijab, or the fact that recently I’ve been on such a kick for South Asian and Middle Eastern literature. I don’t know what ended up compelling me to pick this novel off of the shelves of my local library.
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