Shaila finds herself involuntarily recoiling from Sikh visitors, while she also observes that her parents don’t do the same, that they don’t paint entire communities with one wide swath. This tendency to recoil puts into perspective Shaila’s own shortcomings in conversation with Judith, who seems to understand everyone involved in the attack as “Indian,” or, more to the point, as “other,” no matter how different they might be, or how different the cultures they come from might be. Without meaning to, Shaila thinks in a similar kind of way about Sikh people after the attack, painting them with a broad and inaccurate brush. This kind of prejudice, which blows past complexity, nuance, empathy, and understanding, is juxtaposed against Shaila’s nuanced description of her own background and the push and pull she feels between the secular and spiritual worlds.