Amira is a walking contradiction. She wears a hijab, but isn't shy about showing a little cleavage. She came from Iraq to America, but she hates American soldiers. She is cranky but flippant, profane but still Muslim, pretty when she smiles. Which is almost never.
"I do what I want," she hisses, in English or Arabic, whenever confronted with these facts. Usually, that happens when she's on a Lower East Side street corner, hustling pirated DVDs.