By Laura Lee Huttenbach
Growing up, Naureen Ahmed never felt comfortable inviting her friends from school over to play. Some days, her mother, Seema, would be happy—dressed in an elegant sari, wearing bright red lipstick, painting or sculpting or dancing or singing. On other days, Seema paced the house, ranting. She flicked the lights on and off. She sometimes became aggressive, on occasion slapping, hitting, or choking her children.
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