Summary of Homeira Qaderi's Dancing in the Mosque

By IRB Media

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.

Book Preview: #1 I was a bright, playful child, too young and energetic to understand fear. I spent a lot of time in front of the hallway mirror, examining my eyes to discover where the fear was hiding. I was three generations living in the same house: Baba-jan and Nanah-jan, their four daughters, my aunts Kurbra, Hajar, Zahra, and Azizah, my uncles Naseer and Basheer, and me.

#2 I was a wild, stubborn baby spider who always wanted to escape the confines of my mother’s web. I never tired of the struggle to get outside. I was always looking for a chance to sneak into our walled garden.

#3 When the cease-fires were over, our entertainment was collecting pinecones or running among the tanks, playing hide-and-seek with the boys. When we couldn’t find the boys, the Russian soldiers would point to their hiding spots.

#4 During the war, I played with a doll that my grandmother had made for me. I was overjoyed when the tailor shop down the street took a direct hit, as it meant I could get new clothes for my doll.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Feb 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669353287

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Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 7

Insights from Chapter 8

Insights from Chapter 9

Insights from Chapter 10

Insights from Chapter 11

Insights from Chapter 12

Insights from Chapter 13

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was a bright, playful child, too young and energetic to understand fear. I spent a lot of time in front of the hallway mirror, examining my eyes to discover where the fear was hiding. I was three generations living in the same house: Baba-jan and Nanah-jan, their four daughters, my aunts Kurbra, Hajar, Zahra, and Azizah, my uncles Naseer and Basheer, and me.

#2

I was a wild, stubborn baby spider who always wanted to escape the confines of my mother’s web. I never tired of the struggle to get outside. I was always looking for a chance to sneak into our walled garden.

#3

When