Panoptic Collapse

“Opening my mouth, the air comes out in an explosion of sound. “CHLOE! I grip my belly and release the sound again. “CHLOE!” The sound of my voice is foreign to my ears, alien on my tongue. »p266

« “There is no use pretending. The girl told me you can hear. Speak as well.” »p270

“I read it out loud, just to be sure that day with Chloe wasn't a fluke. My voice is raw and much too loud in my small living room. It’s a struggle to push out the syllables and air, but I try. I keep trying until words and then whole sentences come out. Massaging my throat, I read the email over and over again. At first, it is my grandmother's voice.. Then, it is my mother’s voice, »p284

“I use my name. »p284

“My name is Rana Halabi. It means ‘from Aleppo.’ I think the sun’s meant to come out later.”p289