All the two plus twos made a big twenty two
I was late to almost everything that is really important. I read my first book outside the school curriculum at 13 and hence never got to reading an Enid Blyton or a Roald Dahl. For the next four years, I read more than a dozen books on women in the Middle East. It angered me. It made me question my place in this big, enormous world. And then I moved to reading what was actually cool at sixteen: a bunch of poetry that was all the rage on a still nascent Instagram. I read religion after that, which made me rethink what I was overtly and covertly taught all my life up until that point. All of that on top of each other, and I was in my sad girl era even before real sadness touched me. Perhaps it has still not fully enveloped me. And somewhere between this and that, I stopped being angry. I wasn't thinking about all the people that weren't so privileged. I exited rooms where politics was discussed. Not that I ever considered myself apolitical or apathetic. I just didn't think ...