"Back at the apartment I'm so tired I don't even pull out the sofa bed, but drop down on the cushions, still in my clothes. A sour-ash taste coast my mouth. The garage truck roars by. I can hear voices in the kitchen, Auntie and Taslima arguing softly. Aisha is making her way across the living room, a blanket wrapped around her and trailing along the floor. After the apartment is quiet again, I realize the thud-thudding noise hasn't gone away. It's my own heart, beating fast in my chest."
I think Aisha is being to hard on herself. She needs to accept what is happening and not blame it all on herself. Instead Aisha should try to keep her mind sharp because there are other oppertunities to fight back.
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