" Not all of us are horrid,’ he told her once. ‘Not all of us think of all Indians as our subjects.’ All Indians? Us? She did not know how to explain that she had never trusted these words and did not know what was worse, being a part of all or not, as it seemed the decision had never been hers to make. Nor did she know how to explain that it was not a question of what one or two might think. It had more to do with the patterns inherited, the lies inhabited, though she could not find the words, and so she said nothing. "

― Uzma Aslam Khan , The Miraculous True History of Nomi Ali