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Plot Twist I Actually Learned Something

It actually feels kind of unreal that this is the last post because I swear I was just complaining about having to read a book a week and now I’m lowkey sad it’s over. Like why did this class trick me into becoming someone who enjoys reading consistently. I didn’t expect that at all. What started as “okay let me just get this done” slowly turned into me actually looking forward to reading because it felt like a break from everything else while still being productive, which is honestly the best kind of break.

If there is one book that genuinely stayed with me, it’s The Impatient. That book did not let me relax for a second. It was honestly frustrating to read at times because of how suffocating everything felt, especially with the idea of munyal being pushed so heavily onto women. The whole concept of being told to just be patient no matter what, even when that patience is clearly harming you, was so hard to sit with. What made it hit even more was how real it felt. As someone who is Indian, I couldn’t help but think about how similar expectations exist in my own culture, especially for older generations like my grandmothers. Obviously not in the exact same way, but the idea of endurance, sacrifice, and silence being expected from women is not unfamiliar at all. That made the book feel less like a distant story and more like something that reflects real patterns across different cultures.

Throughout the course, I started noticing that a lot of the books were less about big dramatic plots and more about the pressure people feel from their environments. It’s not always loud or obvious, but it’s there in the way characters make decisions, the way they limit themselves, or the way they are treated by others. In The Impatient, that pressure is very visible and direct, but in other books it shows up in quieter ways, like through relationships or internal struggles. It made me realize how much people are shaped by what surrounds them, even when they think they are making their own choices.

Something else I actually really appreciated was hearing everyone else’s perspectives. It’s kind of crazy how the same book can feel completely different depending on who is reading it. There were so many times where someone pointed out something I didn’t even notice, and it made me rethink the entire story. It really proved that reading isn’t just about what’s on the page, it’s about what you bring to it.

I’ll be honest, not every book was my favourite and some of them I definitely struggled to get through (shoutout to Combray) but even those had something to offer. And then there were books like The Impatient that genuinely stuck with me and made me think long after I finished them.

Overall, this class didn’t just make me read more, it made me more aware of what I’m reading and why it matters. I’m probably not going to keep up a book a week because that was a lot, but I do want to keep reading in a way where I actually engage with it instead of just trying to finish. If anything, this course showed me that stories can be uncomfortable, frustrating, and still incredibly important, and that’s probably what I’m going to take away from all of this.

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“Munyal”: When Patience Stops Being a Virtue and Starts Being a Sentence

Okay this book is actually insane in the quietest, most emotionally devastating way possible, and I genuinely was not prepared for how heavy it would feel. “The Impatient” follows three women whose lives are shaped by forced marriage and polygamy, and what makes it hit so hard is how normal everything feels to the people around them. From the very beginning, the word “munyal” keeps coming up, and it basically means patience, but not in a comforting way. When Ramla’s father tells them, “Munyal! That is the most valuable component of marriage and of life” (p. 3), it already feels like something is off. It’s not advice, it’s more like a rule they’re expected to follow no matter what happens to them.

What really stayed with me is how normalized the control over these women is. The instructions Ramla gets before marriage are honestly so unsettling, especially lines like “Be for him a slave and he will be your captive” (p. 4). The fact that this is said so casually, like it’s just common sense, makes it worse. No one questions it, and that silence is what makes everything feel so heavy. You can tell Ramla feels it too, especially when she describes having “a powerless, mute rage” (p. 6),  because she knows something is wrong but she has no real way out of it.

At the same time, this book felt really understandable to me in a personal way. Being Indian, I’m familiar with how common arranged marriages can be in our culture, and while my own life is very different, it still reminded me of stories I’ve heard from older generations. Like my grandmothers, for example, didn’t really have the same freedom to choose, and marriage was more about family decisions than personal feelings. Obviously it’s not exactly the same as what happens in this book, and thankfully I’m not in a situation like that, but there were moments where I could see those parallels. Especially when Ramla’s mom tells her, “Love doesn’t exist before marriage” (p. 21), it really shows how love is treated as something secondary, not the foundation. That mindset felt familiar, even if the circumstances here are way more extreme.

I also found it really powerful how the story switches between different women, because it shows that this isn’t just one person’s experience. Like with Safira, you can already see what Ramla’s future might look like, which makes everything feel even more hopeless. The repetition of “Munyal, munyal…” (p. 10) almost starts to feel suffocating by the end, like they’re being trained to endure anything.

Overall, this book felt like being quietly punched over and over again. It’s not dramatic in a loud way, but it builds this constant tension where you just feel stuck with the characters. I think what made it so powerful is that none of the women are weak, they’re just trapped in a system that’s been normalized for so long that resisting it feels almost impossible. And by the end, “patience” doesn’t feel like strength at all, it just feels like something they’ve been forced to carry.

Discussion Question: Reading this as someone who comes from a culture where arranged marriage is also common, I kept thinking about how much choice actually matters in marriage. So my question is, do the women in The Impatient ever truly have agency, or are they just learning how to survive within a system they didn’t choose?

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