The hour between her arrival and her departure highlighted that there was an ocean between my understanding of the “Rohingya genocide”—as it has been labeled and litigated—and the experienced depths of its iniquity. An ocean, like the ones Fatima crossed, affirmed that it had poured into every pore of who she is and had become her home.

QUESTION: This raises the gap between legal/labeled framing of atrocity and experiential knowledge — worth exploring how narrative form bridges or fails to bridge that ocean.

Khaled A. Beydoun, The New Crusades_ Islamopho…, loc. 643