“But
it is true, it is a good time to be a woman in Afghanistan, Laila jo.”
Blessing
us with a story that moves the hardest of hearts and touches the deepest of
souls, Khaled Hosseini tells us what it is to be a woman, irrespective of the
times, places and situations she is surrounded with. Surprising how a good book
can show you so many aspects of what a woman is looked up to or frowned upon
for. This book also gives many instances to any person who has read The Kite Runner, to reminisce.
It all begins at the age of 5 for Mariam.
Yet another innocent soul to whom life played games at. Mariam is a walking,
breathing embodiment of shame. Her knowledge of the Koran being the sole,
priceless possession of her undisputed existence. Times become hard for Mariam
after she decides to make the first choice in her life. The events turning so
disastrous that she is let out to marry at the age of 13, a man named Rasheed, decades
older than her age. But for Mariam’s family, early teens is a solid age for
marriage. A solid age for a woman to embrace her destiny, her fate.
In her ill- fated marriage to Rasheed, Mariam’s greatest
happiness is snatched away. After this, Mariam is just another burden despite
being a good wife. But again, what is a good wife? What makes a good wife? She
underwent self-denial, loathing and sacrifice, which led her to believe the
truth in her mother’s words that she didn’t want to believe. Mariam was led to believe that she deserved all the beatings,
slaps, kicks, insults, being spat on, breaking of bones and teeth; just because
her nang and namoos, her pride and honor was something in the hands of her
husband, only.
Despite giving details of how Mariam endured
everything that life threw at her, the author imprints the brutality of war
times. It’s in the little details of struggle that Mariam found her solitude. How
important is education and knowledge where achievement of men would obliterate
a woman’s entire existence. Marveling at Hosseini’s ability to portray the
cruel pain in losing a loved one, the sacrifices of parting, the union in love,
the horror of torture and the longing for justice. I turn speechless when I
think of the families that lived to see what war did to their loved ones. To
see what remains of a sister, brother, grandchild; bones or mere headless
torsos.
Mariam is
blessed with some happiness, years later, in a kinship that she develops with
Laila. Laila gives Mariam the love she always wanted to experience. Aziza, who
was the only one who loved Mariam guilelessly and unreservedly, whom Mariam was
grateful for. She lives, endures, only to believe that this is her life,
because she was born a woman and born a harami.
A Thousand Splendid Suns has been a book
that has truly touched me. I cannot get enough of the excellence with which
this book is written, the words spoken, the emotions felt, grievances unspoken,
burdens unprotested and pain endured. Though we may not relate to all the occurrences,
the book is just not something that can be forgotten. To anyone who wishes to
pick this book, wishing you well to witness what is Aghani suffering and
strength, through a heartrending and powerful tale that is impossible to
resist.



Wonderful reema
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