There was more than one way to be lost, more than one way to be saved.Born in Montego Bay, Jamaica, where luxury hotels line pristine white sand beaches, Safiya Sinclair grew up guarding herself against an ever-present threat. Preaching fire and brimstone, her father, a volatile reggae musician and strict believer in a militant sect of Rastafari, railed against Babylon, the immoral, corrupting influence of the Western world just beyond their gate. To protect the purity of the women in their family he forbade almost everything: no trousers, no short sleeves and no short skirts, no opinions, nowhere but home and school, no friends but this family and no future but this path.Rastas were outlawed and ostracized in Jamaica and, in this isolation, Safiya-s father-s rule was absolute. At home, her mother did what she could to bring the joy of the world beyond to her children with books and poetry. As Safiya-s imagination leapt beyond its restrictive borders, soon her burgeoning independence b
