Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS
COMMENTS ON THOUSANDS SPLENDID SUNS BY KHALID HOSSEIN
When I bought this book,nothing know about its author,its political sphere and the lives dealing with.Only the title attracted me which a has a charm in it.
While waiting in the scanning room,I went through the pages with deep desire to reach its end.The characters Mariyam,Laila Tariq,Rasheed,Aziza,Zalmai and other insignificant and significant ones are no longer strangers to me.
We can call this as political based or women oriented work.Actually it is a female oriented work written in crucial political background.How afghanisthan lost its splendid days,how did the stravation,brutality and fear took over the scene and when did the streets of Kabul begin to smell blood and rotten human flesh.When the ground is being shaken by bombs and drastic blasts,the sky began to lit by rockets.
In between those sounds and struggles,I can see you Mariyam,my lovely tube rose.I can hear you singing that old Herat song.You are the epitome of endurance and patience.I feel sorry,how crually the fate had crushed your hopes,youth,aspiration and the desire to love and to be in love.
But before knealing to die you have proved yourselves far greater and admirable than the common women folk.I cried with you from the beginning to end.I also excited in your pleasures of expected motherhood.You are punished by the human law ,but sure you would be rewarded in your life after death.
True,you are the most touching character I experienced in my brief course of reading.
Laila,though the character presentation is supreme,she stands next only to Mariyam.She presents the modern liberal women with energy and wisdom.But she also forced to confine in the house of RASHEED.With a burning,struggling mind she always dreamt of a life with TARIQ.
Endurance and sufferings reach its bottom through the lives of these two female characters..
Rasheed,stands for an adamant male dominity.His brutality and unkindness make the lives of two women so pathetic than life of street women.He speaks about Khuran,moral values and the duties of a good wife,though he failed to keep himself as a good husband.No comparison for his inhuman treatment.No man could be so debased as he himself was.No doubt,Mariyam did right by killing Rasheed.
Tariq,a living victim of war represents the innocent children who were amputed through mining.He preserves his love for Laila till the last page.Though the war had changed his life upside down,he kept his love for her fresh and hot.
Here war and politics cause unrest and tears.It gives us the portrait of wounded country and the broken relations.Love and endurance is fathomless..brutality and fear is also indiscribable.The writer here leaves a heart-rending cry for peace,safety,love and frienship.No historian can complete his studies on Afghanisthan without passing through these pages,through
mild,but hopeful heartbeats of Mariyam,Laila and Tariq.....
When I bought this book,nothing know about its author,its political sphere and the lives dealing with.Only the title attracted me which a has a charm in it.
While waiting in the scanning room,I went through the pages with deep desire to reach its end.The characters Mariyam,Laila Tariq,Rasheed,Aziza,Zalmai and other insignificant and significant ones are no longer strangers to me.
We can call this as political based or women oriented work.Actually it is a female oriented work written in crucial political background.How afghanisthan lost its splendid days,how did the stravation,brutality and fear took over the scene and when did the streets of Kabul begin to smell blood and rotten human flesh.When the ground is being shaken by bombs and drastic blasts,the sky began to lit by rockets.
In between those sounds and struggles,I can see you Mariyam,my lovely tube rose.I can hear you singing that old Herat song.You are the epitome of endurance and patience.I feel sorry,how crually the fate had crushed your hopes,youth,aspiration and the desire to love and to be in love.
But before knealing to die you have proved yourselves far greater and admirable than the common women folk.I cried with you from the beginning to end.I also excited in your pleasures of expected motherhood.You are punished by the human law ,but sure you would be rewarded in your life after death.
True,you are the most touching character I experienced in my brief course of reading.
Laila,though the character presentation is supreme,she stands next only to Mariyam.She presents the modern liberal women with energy and wisdom.But she also forced to confine in the house of RASHEED.With a burning,struggling mind she always dreamt of a life with TARIQ.
Endurance and sufferings reach its bottom through the lives of these two female characters..
Rasheed,stands for an adamant male dominity.His brutality and unkindness make the lives of two women so pathetic than life of street women.He speaks about Khuran,moral values and the duties of a good wife,though he failed to keep himself as a good husband.No comparison for his inhuman treatment.No man could be so debased as he himself was.No doubt,Mariyam did right by killing Rasheed.
Tariq,a living victim of war represents the innocent children who were amputed through mining.He preserves his love for Laila till the last page.Though the war had changed his life upside down,he kept his love for her fresh and hot.
Here war and politics cause unrest and tears.It gives us the portrait of wounded country and the broken relations.Love and endurance is fathomless..brutality and fear is also indiscribable.The writer here leaves a heart-rending cry for peace,safety,love and frienship.No historian can complete his studies on Afghanisthan without passing through these pages,through
mild,but hopeful heartbeats of Mariyam,Laila and Tariq.....
Monday, July 20, 2009
FOR YOU
FOR YOU
with the passing of time,
I might lose the spring having now-
But the fragrance once you had -
spread in my heart,
would be kept intact...
You the spectator,
You the fortune teller,
You the mirror of my life..
And its also you who crushed my heart..
I always followed you,
hovering over your world.
Only to solve that puzzle,
Which is embedded in you.
Dear,dont leave me so desolate.
How can I play the sitar of my life,
For you are the strings that produce music..
with the passing of time,
I might lose the spring having now-
But the fragrance once you had -
spread in my heart,
would be kept intact...
You the spectator,
You the fortune teller,
You the mirror of my life..
And its also you who crushed my heart..
I always followed you,
hovering over your world.
Only to solve that puzzle,
Which is embedded in you.
Dear,dont leave me so desolate.
How can I play the sitar of my life,
For you are the strings that produce music..
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