Reading
I finally bit the bullet and just finished up Infidel. I'm not much for memoirs; I tend to prefer good fiction, poetry, and essays. This book, though, really wanted me to read it, so I acquiesced.
Ayaan Hirsi Ali was born 3 months after me. 3 months and an ocean away, both born into large extended families steeped in monolithic faith traditions. In some weird way, I was reading my other self, a vision of a life I could have had were it not for the accident of birth and nation.
Being born here, in this country, is such a gift. As I read her story, as I learned about the conditions in which she and her family lived, the hardship they suffered, the awful things done to her in the name of faith, I couldn't help but think, "there but for the grace of God go I."