I loved Ali’s previous memoir, Infidel, in which she describes her tough childhood, culminating in a forced marriage from which she fled, tearing herself from her family and country along with her husband. In this book, Nomad, she revisits some of the stories and talks about her emigration to the US but with a disturbingly shrill tone and combative condemnation of the entire Muslim faith as viewed from her admittedly horrific experience. Surely she can see that not all Muslims are bent on mutilating their daughters’ genitals (and others who are doing it are not Muslim). Surely she can see that other cultures fail to teach financial skills to women and men who would then be badly equipped to function in developed countries. And her comparing the entire Muslim faith to the Nazi organization seems rather fantastical.
She also seems to be seriously uncurious and unquestioning of how idyllic life is in the US (it probably is just fine in her think tank bubble, but she should know better) and how the Catholic church can rescue those poor Muslim women. There must be better examples of feminism.