Read: Chapters Seven & Eight - Pages 55-67
Page 56:
"And then one day Naseem disappeared, gone to join the Mukti Bahini, "Freedom Fighters," who wanted their own nation. Every day my grandmother pressed her forehead against the window grate, praying her eldest son would walk down the dusty street. But it was not to be. The more grandmother prayed, the worse the news became. They heard about university students shot and professors murdered on their pillows. They heard about Freedom Fighters mowed down in dirt pits, Hindu villages riddled with gunshot"
This paragraph gave a lot of perspective on the troubles that Nadira's family had back in Bangladesh before they moved to America. It would be so horrible to live in a country in which you fear for your life. Nothing seems to get better, it always gets worse and worse.
The paragraph really illustrated how bad life was before they came to live in the US. Now that they think they finally live in a place where they can live like they should be able to, they find out that they really can't.
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