WORD LISTS

"All My Rage" by Sabaa Tahir, Part III

November 4, 2022
Noor and Sal — two Pakistani American teenagers living in a small town — are falling in love as they struggle with difficult family issues.

Here are links to our lists for the novel: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Parts V–VI
aloof
Until that day, Nargis had been polite enough, if a bit aloof.
reconcile
I could not reconcile the belligerent, drunken woman from the wedding with this taciturn individual.
taciturn
I could not reconcile the belligerent, drunken woman from the wedding with this taciturn individual.
tutelage
During my first week under his tutelage, I made enough to get the Civic back from the repo lot.
sentient
Once we're inside, Noor says salaam to Abu, who appears half- sentient for the first time in days, and is actually renting out a room.
cede
I never did it, because it felt like I was ceding control. If I left everything to the almighty, then what the hell was I supposed to do?
vertigo
Her brown eyes make my head spin, that delicious vertigo of tipping your head back on a playground swing and watching the horizon crest and crash.
grizzled
You're like a grizzled old sea dog in a teenager's body.
reverberation
Feel the reverberations of the call to prayer in my bones and hear the crackle of live electric wires.
relentless
I have five minutes between English and Trig to get her to talk—I won’t see her again until after school. By then, she'll change the subject relentlessly until I want to backflip off a cliff.
waver
Jamie senses me wavering. "I'll throw in an extra hundred dollars."
stifle
I stifle a laugh.
cunning
Jamie gives me a cunning look.
artless
She's too artless to be truly manipulative.
petulance
"Which college is Noor going to?" Jamie demands. Her petulance throws me off.
eddy
How can you know someone for years and still not know their inner currents? I want to sink into the swirls and eddies of her ocean.
lament
The song that fills the car is old—older than both of us. "Shiver” by Coldplay, about a guy lamenting how invisible he is to someone he loves.
relegate
The bags go into the pocket where I used to keep my journal— relegated to the bottom of my sock drawer.
reprove
She gives me a reproving look. “I would have lent you money, Sal. Or my mom would have. I love Art, but he’s an idiot.”
throng
The street in front of Junaid’s house was thronged with people and an ambulance.
soliloquy
Or you can turn in a three-page essay tomorrow about how Euripides represented gender roles via Medea's soliloquies.
misdemeanor
“Pulling a fire alarm without cause is a misdemeanor—”
skulk
Darth Derek is skulking nearby.
profundity
Art's occasional profundity always surprises me, especially considering how much of his own product he samples.
accost
Noor eyes Art like he's a daku waiting to accost her.
gaunt
When I meet her gaze, she smiles, and I'm struck by how gaunt she looks. Like she's lost ten pounds in the few days since I've seen her.
flush
A flush creeps up her face.
"Oh my God," she whispers. "What is this weird hot feeling? Am I blushing? What is the point of being brown if you can blush? Not blushing is literally one of the only perks we get."
composed
She drops her hands, composed once more.
matriculate
My father took a government posting in the city of Quetta when I was a year from matriculating.
testament
“It still stands, a testament to the strength of humanity.”
stalwart
He wept when I left, though my mother was stalwart.
dawdle
The town appeared almost abandoned, other than a McDonald’s where a lone car dawdled.
sparse
Toufiq wrestled with the stiff lock, and we flipped on the inner lights to find a small, sparse office and a freezing apartment.
surly
My father fidgets like a surly kindergartner.
belligerent
“I didn't invite him.” Abu almost whispers the words. He's not belligerent. Just confused.
tureen
By the time the shower is running, Shafiq is back with a tureen of food but no Khadija.
abscond
I take the tureen from him—it’s still warm and it smells so good I want to abscond with it.
quash
Guilt quashes my appetite.
inexplicable
Cried on the phone and wouldn’t tell me why.
Has been wearing makeup in an inexplicable way off and on for the past couple months, even though she’s told me she hates makeup.
jihad
“This life is jihad—struggle," Shafiq says. “Sometimes the struggle is more than any sane person can bear. I won't judge your father for his jihad, Salahudin. How dare I, when I couldn't begin to understand it?"

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