I can’t stop thinking about Hidaya and I feel sick with longing for my friends and teachers. Sick with longing for a school wher
e we learned what every other student in any other Melbourne school learned but we could also pray and fast and wear a hijab and keep on being a teenager without having to answer questions or defend ourselves against news headlines. Where we sang "Advance Australia Fair" every morning at assembly and got detention if we didn’t take it seriously. Where we could deal with puberty and the teenage angst thing and have crushes and go on diets without being a prefix to terrorism, extremism, radicalism, any ism. –Does My Head Look Big in This?, Randa Abdel-Fattah What is the narrator’s tone in this passage? Which phrase or sentence from the passage best reveals this tone? What is the narrator’s perspective about her current situation?
