Drawing Deena

Hena Khan

Book - 2024

When aspiring artist Deena's anxiety reaches a breaking point, both she and her mother learn the importance of asking for help, and that, with the right support, she can create something truly beautiful.

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Subjects
Genres
Domestic fiction
Published
New York : Salaam Reads, in imprint of Simon & Schuster [2024]
Language
English
Main Author
Hena Khan (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
232 pages ; 22 cm
Audience
Ages 8 to 12.
Grades 4-6.
ISBN
9781534459915
9781534459922
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Review by Booklist Review

"Thirteen is no time to be stressed," Deena's mom admonishes. On the surface, she's right: Deena and her brother have a roof over their heads, parents who are doing their best, and a wider community of Pakistani Americans in Falls Church, Virginia. Still, kids the world over know otherwise, even those like Deena who live in relative privilege. They aren't always afforded the opportunity to express this emotion in a healthy manner, if at all. Deena's stress manifests itself physically--in her nighttime teeth clenching and persistent nausea during the daytime. It's unclear, too, whether the seventh-grader finds any relief by creating art. Despite an obvious talent for drawing, internal drive, and encouragement from friends and teachers, Deena remains unsure of the validity of her pursuits. Possible resolutions to these issues are introduced about halfway, including a budding relationship with a fellow Desi artist and mentor figure. Although Deena's anxiety isn't officially diagnosed until well after the midpoint, it's a minor flaw in an otherwise extremely relatable story.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Palestinian American middle schooler Deena is experiencing stress so severe it's affecting her body, resulting in panic attacks, daily nausea, and a cracked tooth. Some of her anxiety stems from interpersonal relationships: her cool cousin Parisa is a social media star, but Deena isn't allowed to have her own account and doesn't want to make one without her super-smart best friend Lucia anyway. Worries relating to her family's finances and how often her parents fight about money, as well as her desire to become an artist--despite the disapproval she suspects she'd receive from her family were she to voice her dreams--further exacerbate her stress. When Deena decides to make a social media account for her mother's tailoring business, she hopes that the exposure will help the boutique take off and ease her worries--but they only get worse. Mildly uneven pacing gives way to authentic-feeling and engaging character interactions. Through candid first-person narration, Khan (Zara's Rules for Living Your Best Life) examines adolescent anxiety and its various triggers and depicts adaptive coping mechanisms, including making the most of mentorship and support from one's community. Ages 8--12. (Feb.)

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 3--6--"I know I'm pretty good at art, but I'm not amazing," 13-year-old Deena believes. "And I want to be amazing at it." For now, though, additional classes and camps aren't possible, with her immigrant parents bickering often about money. Assisting her mother with her Pakistani clothing import business is a way to lessen some of the family's stress, but Deena's own anxiety persists and worsens. Between nighttime teeth grinding and recurring nausea, Deena can't find relief. Accepting support from understanding adults is the only way she's going to move ahead. Dutt, whose audio credits particularly for South Asian children's titles are quickly multiplying, is an accomplished cipher, sensitive to ages and backgrounds, effortlessly channeling conversations with distinctive characterizations. VERDICT Khan integrates all manner of teen topics--social media dangers, school challenges, stereotypes, parent/child dynamics, and cultural differences--ensuring resonance with broad audiences.

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Review by Horn Book Review

Thirteen-year-old Deena Rahman's world revolves around spending time with her friends, creating art, and appeasing her Pakistani American family. Deena also helps her mother run a clothing boutique selling Pakistani outfits, hoping to alleviate tension in their home over finances. Deena often overhears her parents fighting about money and feels guilty for their having to spend it on things she needs, such as dental work. She also hesitates to tell them about things she and her brother, Musa, would benefit from, such as art classes for her and talent scouts to further Musa's chances at a soccer scholarship. She tries to ignore the daily nausea and gnawing in her stomach, but soon the physical manifestations of stress demand attention. Both Deena and her parents must confront her anxiety issues and the importance of support. With helpful friends and an artist mentor, she learns to deprioritize others' expectations and advocate for herself, including pushing back against her parents' reluctance to allow her to see a school psychologist. A sensitive look at the effects of anxiety and the pressures of today (including social media) on young people's mental health. Sadaf SiddiqueJanuary/February 2024 p.96 (c) Copyright The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Seventh grader Deena has a passion for art, a supportive Pakistani American community--and anxiety. Deena feels nauseated every morning; her clenched jaw has even resulted in a cracked tooth. Her parents already fight over finances, so an expensive nightguard adds to the stress. If Mama could earn more from her small home business designing and selling desi clothing, the family would also have enough money for Deena to take drawing lessons. With the help of cousins and friends, Deena successfully executes an online marketing campaign for her mom's business, unfurled with careful attention to internet safety and featuring a logo she designed herself. These achievements, plus encouragement from a new artist customer, help grow Deena's confidence in her creative abilities. But now that she's getting accolades, she encounters relationship turmoil. That, plus the impact of her parents' fighting, leads to a scary panic attack in math class. Deena embraces help from a team of adults at school, but will her parents be able to understand and accept her mental health needs? Meanwhile, through her art, Deena goes on a journey of personal and creative discovery and self-expression. Readers will delight in Deena's endearing voice: She's an inventive and relatable protagonist. Khan skillfully weaves in cultural references and Urdu phrases alongside thoughtful questions about the arts, mental health, social media, parent-child relationships, and the pressures adolescent girls face about their appearances. A nuanced and quietly powerful story. (Fiction. 8-13) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1 I wince as the sharp metal tool scrapes against my molars and pricks my gums. Claudia doesn't react and continues to chat about her new puppy while she cleans my teeth. Her eyes don't reveal any clues about whether I have any cavities. I'll find out about that when the dentist comes in later, and I'm trying not to worry about it. Luckily, the puppy stories are distracting. "Almost done," Claudia says. Her eyes are clearly smiling at me although the rest of her face is covered with a surgical mask. "Doing all right?" "Ohagghh," I gag. I'm not sure if she expects an answer from me while my mouth is wide open, or if I'm supposed to blink in some sort of code--like once for "yes," twice for "no." I'm leaning way back in a dental chair, wearing oversized orange plastic sunglasses, and facing the TV that's mounted on the ceiling. There's a SpongeBob SquarePants episode playing, but I can barely hear it between Claudia's talking and the whir of the hose sucking out spit that's collecting in my mouth. I know this episode though, since I've seen them all before with my younger brother, Musa. "All done." Claudia pushes back the bright light that's shining in my face and raises my headrest. "What flavor fluoride would you like?" I survey the choices. Mint, strawberry, or bubble gum. "Strawberry," I say, and Claudia reaches for the tub. "No wait. Mint," I correct, and her hand wavers. "I mean strawberry." "Strawberry it is," Claudia says, ripping off the cover of the tub and sticking her swab inside before I can change my mind again. Making quick decisions isn't something I'm known for. I always worry that another choice might be the better one, even when I'm deciding about something I love, like drawing. I can't help but doubt everything I'm doing, like, is this the perfect angle? Should I make this bigger or smaller? Is this what I should draw at all? Thinking about this reminds me that I have a choice to make for art class, for our next project. I'm making a portrait, based on a photo of my cousin Parisa. I took a bunch of pictures of her already but haven't picked which one I'm going to use. Once my teeth are coated in a film of strawberry goop, Claudia raises my head and pats me on the shoulder. "You did great," she says, winking at me. I take a deep breath. At least this part is over. I've been coming to Falls Church Dental Care for as long as I can remember. And everyone here remembers me too. I'm famous for having tantrums during my cleanings as a little kid, and for kicking the staff who tried to touch my mouth. Claudia was the one who eventually managed to coax me into letting her work on my teeth by turning it into a counting game, and she's been the one I've been coming to ever since. Dr. Singh walks into the room next, and my heart begins to race. Last time I was here, six months ago, she warned me that I had the "beginnings of a cavity" and said I needed to "do better" with my home cleaning routine. I brush twice a day, but only floss every few weeks. I honestly want to be better. But after a few days, I always fall back into my old flossless ways. "Deena, good to see you," Dr. Singh says. Her long black hair is twisted into a neat bun like always and her gold hoop earrings glint in the light. "You too," I lie. Seeing her makes my stomach hurt. "I want to show you something," Dr. Singh continues, all business as she pulls up my X-rays onto a screen that's mounted on the wall. It creeps me out to see the roots of my teeth glowing white against the dark background, like the jaw of a skeleton. "Did that cavity grow?" I ask, feeling instantly defeated by the invisible monsters. "No, that's fine." Dr. Singh points to my last tooth on the bottom row. "But see here, you have a tiny crack, in your back molar." "A crack? Whoa. How?" "Remember I told you how you clench your teeth at night last time you visited, and that you should consider wearing a mouthguard?" I vaguely remember that. I thought it was strange but didn't pay much attention to it. "Well, it's something I strongly recommend now. I'm going to call your mom in here and discuss it with both of you, okay?" "Okay," I say, but my stomach hurts more now. A couple of minutes later, Mama walks into the room, holding her purse, my jacket, my backpack, and an oversized water bottle. She bites her bottom lip and perches on the tiny chair in the corner. "Does Deena have cavities?" Mama asks, shooting me a disappointed look before even hearing the answer. "No, no, it's not that," Dr. Singh says cheerfully. "She has a small fracture in her molar, the result of clenching her teeth while she sleeps." "I'm sorry, she what?" Mama's eyebrows come together, making deep lines in her forehead. "It's an involuntary stress response, and quite common," Dr. Singh explains. "I recommend a custom nightguard, which will protect her teeth from further damage, and prevent jaw pain." "Stress?" Mama shakes her head like she doesn't believe it. "What does Deena have to be stressed about?" Dr. Singh looks at me sympathetically. "Middle school, right? I barely survived myself," she says, patting my arm. I offer a weak smile back. "And what about the crack?" Mama asks. "I'll have to fill that at another date. But we can take a mold of her teeth today and order the nightguard, which will take two weeks to come in." As Dr. Singh and Mama continue to speak about how much the nightguard and the filling will cost, I see all-too-familiar calculations taking place in my mother's head. There's no extra money for something like this. I know that. I feel my jaw tighten and run my tongue over my back tooth, trying to feel for the crack. If I wasn't stressed before, I am now. Excerpted from Drawing Deena by Hena Khan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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