I don’t know what to say. It’s November 10th, 2016 as I write this, and given recent developments, things are likely to be bad for a lot of people I care about and know personally for some time. There is nothing I can write in this space that will say what I feel as effectively as the rest of this comic, or at least I hope that is the case or why the heck am I drawing it? That’s something I’ve been asking myself a lot these past few days. Be safe out there, everybody. Look out for each other. I believe in you. That’s all.

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Panel 1: Maida holds a purple dress up against her. Maida: "What about this?" Zaynab, who looks concerned: "Oh, no, no! You can't wear that. It doesn't even cover your arms, does it?"
Panel 2: Maida, as Zaynab takes the dress away: "It's not like I'm wearing it to school. I've seen lots of girls wear stuff like this. Including Muslims."
Panel 3: Safia, with a condescending eye-roll: "Those are farangs, Maida. Farangs or fractions. You don't want to look like a farang."
Panel 4: Safia: "I mean I know you're a fugee, not even a farang..." Zaynab: "She's not anyfing until she gets her placement. None of us are, are we? This ain't colonial times!"
Panel 5: Zaynab: "For girls in our position, how you dress is aspirational. Dress for the class you want to be."