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"All the words that were ever said to her had turned into huge, dry stones."

"My body forgives no misdeeds. The only thing it can easily forget is pain."

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My Dreadful Body, chapter V: Shoulders. “My mother’s shoulders always drooped—she tried to be pleasant and amenable to those around her so no one would have any reason to insult her” 📚 #Djabbarova26 #MyDreadfulBody #WomenInTranslation

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I saw no future because my eyes could only see pain and another dead end for my body as it succumbed to slow disintegration. I felt like I was turning into a statue, ossifying from within and becoming desiccated stone, a vessel for fury.
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Words from TV characters filled her: she liked listening to endless dialogues delivered byTurkish actors and empathizing with them.The world viewed on a smartphone screen gave her a sense of safety, guaranteed she'd see beauty and promised experiences that her reality so lacked.
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I'd noticed that before, but had never reflected on how' much people need a vessel for rage: an "other" is as necessary for those people as an empty beer can that can be kicked while walking or an old, scribbled sheet of paper that can be torn to shreds.
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That was when I realized that being a stranger means being hated, being a vessel for rage.
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Russia for Russians.
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My Dreadful Body, chapter IV: Mouth. Opens with a bang: “The mouth was not intended for speaking. None of the women around me ever said what they genuinely wanted to say and none interrupted men’s conversations” 🫦🙊📚 #Djabbarova26 #MyDreadfulBody #WomenInTranslation

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"...all her words were turned into deeds, into the food she cooked, the laundry, the sewing."

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...found resourcefulness of expression. Their work carried dignity, judgment, memory, affection, pride, even authorship. But again, sad that this "communication" had to be through domestic crafts deemed acceptable for women.

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"All day long, the sound of her sewing machine, its pedal rhythmically hitting the floor, emerged from behind the closed door of her room."

I found this chapter to be sad and beautiful. Women were silenced, constrained and diminished by the social order, but...

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Her words were shekarbura, thin kutaby pancakes with greens and cheese, 4 buglama meat stew, and chigirtma.' Whenever she wanted to say something, she prepared food.
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The main and first point on each woman's list was, of course, dzhekhiz, a dowry gathered from childhood and consisting of gifts from relatives. Everyone, without exception, asked for the most beautiful sheets. pil- lowcases, and coverlets for their daughters, the future brides.
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