Read the excerpt from Other Words for Home.Today the air is so soupy that it feels like I am living inside someone else’s mouth. I wake up at the sound of the first adhan, the muezzin’s voice echoing through my room. But I do not get up to pray. Instead I roll over and press my face into my pillow and pray for cool air and sleep.Other Words For Home by Jasmine Warga Text Copyright (c) 2019 by Jasmine Warga. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers