Author: The Capra Review

I remember the first time I was whipped by a leather belt. I don’t recall much about the pain, except that it definitely stung.

I had become accustomed to playing the part of an extra. I liked to gloss that up, think of “Extra” as some kind of exotic character from a faraway place, but everyone knows in film parlance what an extra means.

On the morning of her seventh birthday, the third of Shahrivar, Zainab donned the hijab for the first time.