<i>I tell Grandmother that I am seven and a half years old; still go to the Jalazone Girls’ School, run by the United Nations Relief and Works Agency (UNRWA); and I will soon complete the second grade. I am about to show her that I can write my name and many other words, but I stop when I remember that she has never gone to school and cannot read or write.</i><br /><br />As a child, Ibtisam Barakat wanted nothing more than to become a writer. This wasn’t a common path for a girl living in the politically tumultuous Palestine of the 1970s, but she found inspiration in pen pal correspondence and from the adults who encouraged her dream. Still, the most surprising turn of events for Ibtisam happened when her mother decided that she, too, wanted to defy circumstances and seek an education. In this stand-alone memoir, Ibtisam picks up where <i>Tasting the Sky</i> left off, taking readers through her high school years.
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