Spanning sub-Saharan Africa, South Asia, and the Middle East, Kristof and WuDunn encapsulate the struggles of these few individuals to represent all of the nameless women in the world who endure oppression through means of rape, violence, abduction, sex trafficking, and social ostracism from obscene medical conditions.
If only I was equipped with a telescope so I could determine the first night of Ramadan myself, because time was passing by and it was the first of August, but no Moroccans seemed to be buzzing about with the spirit of the holy month.
Throw out all the conspiracy theories and put aside the prejudice towards Muslims –we are in the Post 9/11 era now. But, in the ten years since terrorism made its way overseas to the States, how much has America really changed?
The taxi driver looked at me in a panicked state and exclaimed, “Quran! Quran!” Frantically attempting to communicate with me in Arabic, he hoped that we would at least understand each other through a commonality of faith. I nodded in agreement and felt a sense of relief.
Somehow the stars seemed to be aligned just right, because my fortune could not have been better. I embarked on my dream to live in Muslim countries during the month of Ramadan this year.