The Plague

The book brought back a lot of memories of 2019–2020, when we lived through the Covid lockdowns. The anxiety, the frustration, the fear of not knowing when it would all come to an end, how feelings intensified, and how uncertainty brought us all closer. We can’t say everyone suffered the same, and yet it felt like we were all in the same boat, irrespective of our financial status or religion. Everyone had to face the uncertainty. Some had it harder than others, losing loved ones, losing jobs, or worse.

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Die Hände der Frauen in meiner Familie waren nicht zum Schreiben bestimmt

A unique way of writing. The author uses body parts and tells a story by connecting them. Losing control over your own body through illness can be horrifying, but the family she was born into, with its customs and religion, never really gave women control over their own bodies. The stories she tells and the questions she asks gave me goosebumps. It made me think.

Are we women really in control of our body? We pity those who are forced to cover up and don’t have the freedom to choose. But what about the women who choose to avoid judgement and fit the expectations and norms of society, family, and peers? Are they really exercising freedom of choice? Are we women truly in control of our bodies?

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