Everyday Battles: Fight, Faith, Future

This book does not begin with a war,                                                                   or a murder, or a kiss stolen in a rainstorm. It begins in a kitchen. With a woman scraping burnt rice from the bottom of a vessel. With a father counting coins in his pocket before the milkman arrives. With a child wondering why the power only cuts off during her homework. In every country, there is a room like this -small, cluttered, filled with smells of compromise and cinnamon.
It's not a palace. It's not a slum. It's the in-between. These stories are stitched with sighs and savings. They are not dramatic. But they are true. As true as the slippers left outside a locked door, as true as the sound of the fan that never turns offbecause silence is too loud. You will not find heroes here. But you may find yourself.- Fazal Abubakkar Esaf