How could I explain that I wore a headscarf even though I didn't really want to? That I was a Muslim even though I didn't agree with most things Muslim? That I hated my parents, but I couldn't leave them? That I did everything in secret while also knowing that eventually I would have to choose: either run away or conform? That I was caught up in a war and was constantly postponing the final battle because I didn't know what to do? That I could run away and win the war, but that would mean never seeing my grandmother or little sister ever again? For Büsra, growing up in a strict Muslim family means having to do things in secret. Secretly wearing makeup and jewellery, coming home late, meeting up with her devoted boyfriend, and serving alcohol in a restaurant. But most of all it means constantly asking questions ...