Crawling on the Highway

When I came to America, I thought that I left my reasons to be afraid, back in Lebanon. There was no one to threaten me with punishment if I didn't follow orders to the tee. There was no one to pick me up by my hair and throw me to the floor if I didn't understand something right away. No one to call me dummy; that I didn't deserve to eat; that it was better to give my food to the animals.

Hopefully, after reading this book, you will be inspired by my story, gain some strength, and learn to ...