I Speak for Myself Maria Ebrahimji & Zahra Suratwala

Their lips are moving, but nothin’ is coming out.


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I can just see it now: There she is with her braces and acne, nervously scanning the lunchroom for a seat at the table—their table. Then it happens: the eye-rolling, the scoffing and the laughter. "   More
 
Wednesday, August 10, 2011 SHAE HEALEY

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