Huda Fahmy – illustratör

AN ALA FEMINIST BOOK PICK • From the creator of National Book Award Finalist Huda F Cares? comes a cheeky graphic novel that asks the question everyone has to figure out for themselves: Who are you?“The story is both heart-wrenching and hilarious, as Huda Fahmy flawlessly weaves together laugh-out-loud moments with the emotionally raw honesty of the coming-of-age struggle.”—Svetlana Chmakova, award-winning author of Awkward, Crush, and Brave“Warm and engaging. I didn’t want it to end!”—Tyler Feder, award-winning author of Dancing at the Pity PartyHuda and her family just moved to Dearborn, Michigan, a small town with a big Muslim population. In her old town, Huda knew exactly who she was: She was the hijabi girl. But in Dearborn, everyone is the hijabi girl. Huda is lost in a sea of hijabis, and she can’t rely on her hijab to define her anymore. She has to define herself. So she tries on a bunch of cliques, but she isn’t a hijabi fashionista or a hijabi athlete or a hijabi gamer. She’s not the one who knows everything about her religion or the one all the guys like. She’s miscellaneous, which makes her feel like no one at all. Until she realizes that it’ll take finding out who she isn’t to figure out who she is.

AN ALA FEMINIST BOOK PICK • From the creator of National Book Award Finalist Huda F Cares? comes a cheeky graphic novel that asks the question everyone has to figure out for themselves: Who are you?“The story is both heart-wrenching and hilarious, as Huda Fahmy flawlessly weaves together laugh-out-loud moments with the emotionally raw honesty of the coming-of-age struggle.”—Svetlana Chmakova, award-winning author of Awkward, Crush, and Brave“Warm and engaging. I didn’t want it to end!”—Tyler Feder, award-winning author of Dancing at the Pity PartyHuda and her family just moved to Dearborn, Michigan, a small town with a big Muslim population. In her old town, Huda knew exactly who she was: She was the hijabi girl. But in Dearborn, everyone is the hijabi girl. Huda is lost in a sea of hijabis, and she can’t rely on her hijab to define her anymore. She has to define herself. So she tries on a bunch of cliques, but she isn’t a hijabi fashionista or a hijabi athlete or a hijabi gamer. She’s not the one who knows everything about her religion or the one all the guys like. She’s miscellaneous, which makes her feel like no one at all. Until she realizes that it’ll take finding out who she isn’t to figure out who she is.