Love Hate and Other Filters by Samira Ahmed

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Now I'm obsessing. And guilty. She has this uncanny gift for delivering guilt tied up in a bow, and without fail, I accept it. p85

I drive through town and the houses that sprouted up overnight where once there were only cornfields. p185

LOL

"You know, we're always hearing stories of our girls who live far from their parents and go with thse boys and ... get... into... trouble. Some of them even eat pork." p129

Parents and Kids and Expectations

p130

Beautiful

"Because it's important. Because a marriage certificate doesn't bestow maturity. And even you have to admit that Maya is much savvier than you were at her age. Let her find her new world, too, as you did all those years ago." p131

mother-daughter relationship p244 (Not including text since it's potentially a spoiler.)

That you are here-- that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1892 (p. 269)


And for those who bear the brunt of hate because of the color of their skin, or the sound of their name, or the scarf on their head, or the person they love; for those who are spat upon, for those who are told to "go home" when they are home: you are known. You are loved. You are enough. Let your light shine.
I wrote this book for you. p278

#relatable

Is it possible to be happy and angry at the same time about the same thing? p142

So I now have one mission in life: avoid my parents. That, and to not think of Phil. Or New York. Or all the opportunities I'm missing. My brain hurts from thinking about all the stuff I swear not to think about. p185

"No. No. No! Don't you dare lecture me. I stood by you when everyone criticized you. Becoming a graphic designer. Living in Chicago on your own. Not married at your age. I'm the one who defended your choices, but I won't have that life for my daughter." p248

The attack

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p183

The aftermath

I feel selfish and horrible, but in this terrible moment, all I want is to be a plain old American teenager. Who can simply mourn without fear. Who doesn't share last names with a suicide bomber. Who goes to dances and can talk to her parents about anything and can walk around without always being anxious. And who isn't a presumed terrorist first and an American second. p153

"It's a terrible tragedy. It's a sin. You know the Quran says that whoever takes a life of an innocent, it's as if he has killed all of mankind---" p154

"These terrorists are the antithesis of Islam. They are not Muslim. Violence has no place in religion, and the terrorists are responsible for their own crimes, not the religion and not us." p154

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p236- accountability/ doing what's right to stop/ reduce prejudice

p259-- the way we talk about perpetrators


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My mouth hangs open. I should be more relieved that a Muslim isn't responsible, but all I can think of is the carnage. Over a hundred people are dead, and there have been dozens of attacks on Muslims in retaliation for a crime no Muslim committed. My father and the police stand at grim-faced attention until the station breaks for commercial. p180