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Aisha Saeed ¹ 9 characters Amal Unbound review Ó 109 Thats the direction he was headed in Oh no I looked in my book bag I left my exam in class Again Hafsa frowned Tell Amma I wont be long I asked Seema Seema hesitated Our father would be home soon but she knew Omar didnt chime his bicycle bell three times unless it was important Okay Seema nodded HurrySaeed Written in the Stars infuses this true to life story of unjust power dynamics in a poor Pakistani village with a palpable sense of dread regarding the fate of the inuisitive industrious poetry loving titular character Amals experience navigating an unfamiliar social hierarchy in the landlords lavish estate exposes her to pervasive gender ineuities and unfair labor practices Saeeds elouent suspenseful eye opening tale offers a window into the contemporary practice of indentured servitude and makes a compelling case for the power of girls education to transform systemic injustice Publishers Weekly starred review A Pakistani girls dreams of an education dissolve when she is forced into indentured servitude Amal narrates her passion for learning love for her family and despair at her circumstance evoked with sympathy and clarity as is the setting Inspired by Malala Yousafzai and countless unknown girls like her Saeeds timely and stirring middle grade debut is a celebration of resistance and justice Kirkus Reviews starred review Saeeds middle grade debut shares an empowering message about the importance of family literacy and cultural ties The rich storytelling nuanced characterization of an all Pakistani cast complex and layered look at the socioeconomics of the region and richly described setting make this ultimately hopeful contemporary tale a good alternative to Gloria Whelans Homeless Bird and Patricia McCormicks Sold A strong choice for all middle grade shelves especially where readers are seeking stories about young girls in non Western countries overcoming adversity School Library Journal starred review This beautifully crafted and moving story will encourage middle grade readers to ponder such issues as indentured servitude class and resistance Saeeds well developed narrative will evoke empathy for all those around the world like Amal who are not guaranteed freedom or education An inspired read for all particularly for those who have followed Malala Yousafzais story or enjoyed Deborah Ellis The Breadwinner or Tara Sullivans The Bitter Side of Sweet School Library Connection starred reviewReaders will find that a little perseverance and a heart filled with hope can eventually surmount a harsh reality Saeed fills her prose with lush descriptions of Pakistani life while still managing to connect with readers whose surroundings and experiences will be starkly different Hand to any reader who struggles with definitive gender roles norms and expectations held in place by societal structures Booklist This simple yet lyrical novel paints an evocative picture of life in a small village in modern day Pakistan especially the limits placed on girls and women It may serve as a read alike or a gateway to stories such as Yousafzais autobiography I Am Malala The Lines We Cross by Randa Abdel Fattahand Saeeds debut novel Written in the Stars The Voice of Youth AdvocatesAmals narration is straightforward and direct and her despair at losing her dreams is palpable as is her unflagging determination to get them back Theres clear commentary on the marginalized lives of girls and women in Pakistanand the fight for her education is already fraught even before she is taken from her home An authors note discusses the issues of indentured servitude particularly among girls The Bulletin of the Center for Children s Books.
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Aisha Saeed ¹ 9 characters Amal Unbound review Ó 109 Chapter I watched from the window as the boys tumbled out of the brick schoolhouse across the field from us Our class was running over Again Girls shifted in their seats and snuck glances at the clock above the chalkboard My friend Hafsa sighed And finally I have some bad news Miss Sadia told us She picked up a stack of papers from her desk I finished grading your math tests Only five of you passed The class let out a collective groan Now now she hushed us This just means we havework to do Well go over it tomorrow and take another test next week Those uestions were hard my younger sister Seema whispered to me We lined up by the chalkboard at the front of the class to get our tests I shouldve stayed with the younger class until fall Oh come on You know you probably passed I whispered back When have you ever failed an exam Seema tugged at her sleeves as she walked up to Miss Sadia It was only in the arms that you could see my old uniform was too big on her Miss Sadia handed Seema the paper As expected Seemas worried expression shifted to a smile Her steps were lighter before she slipped out of the classroom Im sorry I cant help today I told Miss Sadia once the room was empty This was my favorite part of the day when everyone left and it was just the two of us The building felt like it had exhaled expanding a little bit without all thirty four of us crammed two to a desk filling up nearly every suare inch of space My mother is in bed again Is the baby almost here Yes so my father said I have to come home and watch my sisters Ill miss your help Amal but hes right family comes first I knew helping family was what a good eldest daughter did but this time after school with Miss Sadia wasnt just fun it was important I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up and who better to learn from than the best teacher I ever had I loved washing the chalkboards sweeping the floor and hearing stories of her college days I loved watching her go over her lessons and rework them based on what worked and what didnt the day before I learned so much from watching her How could my father not understand I could still use your help with the poetry unit next week she told me Some of the students are grumbling about it Think you could convince Hafsa to give it a chance You know how she rallies the others to her side Shell listen to you I dont think she minds reading the poems Writing them makes her nervous Youd think everyone would be happy to write poetry Shorter than an essay Its different The great poets like Ghalib Rumi Ibalthey had things to say And dont you have things to say What would I write about I laughed My little sisters My fathers sugarcane fields and orange groves I love reading poems but theres nothing for me to really write about Our life is boring Thats not true Write about what you see Write about your dreams Pakistan was founded by the dreams of poets Arent we of the same earth Miss Sadias dramatic way of talking was one of the reasons I loved her but I wasnt convinced Its not that I wasnt proud of my family and our life I was lucky to belong to one of theprosperous families in our Punjabi village but it didnt change the fact that I lived in a village so tiny it didnt even register as a dot on a map But I promised Id talk to Hafsa This is what I now remember most about my last afternoon at schoolthe smell of the dusty chalkboard the sound of the students lingering outside the door and mostly how easily I took my ordinary life for granted Chapter I raced down the schools gravel walkway to catch up to Seema and Hafsa The sun blazed overhead warming my chador and my hair beneath it Im buying Miss Sadia one of those b.Summary ´ E-book, or Kindle E-pub ¹ Aisha Saeed
Aisha Saeed ¹ 9 characters Amal Unbound review Ó 109 Ells I see on TV You know the kind that rings when class is over Hafsa grumbled She doesnt always keep us late I protested Remember last week Hafsa said How she went on and on about constellations By the time I got home my brothers were out of their school clothes and halfway through their homework But wasnt it interesting I asked The way the night stars help us when were lost and tell all sorts of different stories Why do I need to know about connecting dots in the sky I want to be the first doctor in my family Not the first astronaut Hafsa said Hafsa and I had been friends so long I couldnt remember a time I didnt know her but when she talked like this I didnt understand her at all Unlike Hafsa I wanted to know everything there was to know How fast did airplanes fly Why did some leave whiffs of clouds in their wake and others didnt Where did ladybugs go when the rain came hard and fast What was it like to walk through the streets of Paris or New York or Karachi There was so much I didnt know that even if I spent my whole life trying I knew I could only learn a small percentage of it Hows your mom Hafsa asked My mother said her back is hurting Its gotten worse I told her She couldnt get out of bed yesterday My mother said thats a good sign Backaches mean a boy Hafsa said I know that would make your parents happy It would be fun to have a brother I said There it is Look at the door Hafsa said when we turned the bend toward our homes She pointed to the building that had appeared next to our village mosue A structure had never emerged uite like this before with no explanation Two weeks ago a concrete foundation had been poured onto the field where we played soccer The next week brick walls arose and windows appeared and today there was a doorpainted lime green Any idea yet what it could be I asked her Yes Hafsa grinned If Hafsa could have it her way shed be permanently stationed by the crates of fruit at her familys market soaking up every bit of gossip Khan Sahib is building a factory I rolled my eyes Rumors and gossip were a part of life in our village Some of the talk was ordinary about the state of the crops or the weather but often it centered on Khan Sahib our villages powerful landlord Why would he build a factory here He has plenty in Islamabad and Lahore Seema said What we need is a clinic Look how much Ammas back hurts The doctor in town is good but this village needs a proper clinic Do you really think Khan Sahib would put up anything to help us Hafsa scoffed Maybe its not him building it I suggested Look at the fancy green door Who else has time and money to waste like that You know Im right Any unexplainable situation was always pinned to Khan Sahib He was the mysterious figure Id heard of all my life but never seen When I was younger he loomed large and scary like a character in a horror story Sure Hes the one who breathes fire when he talks right I rolled my eyes Didnt he pick all the fruit off Naimas guava tree Seema winked I heard hes why weve had no rain for months I continued I dont decide what I hear Hafsa huffed I just report it Well find out what it is soon enough I hooked my arm through Seemas But in the meantime lets hope its a clinic Hafsas house came first on our path just past the post office Then came mine I saw it in the distance Gray like the others surrounding it except for the roses my mother planted around its border just before I was born they still bloomed each spring around this time without fail Its why spring was my favorite time of year My friend Omar peddled past us in his blue and khaki school uniform He chimed his bell three times our signal to meet The stream.