…..they echoed when a div in a certain village would knock at people’s door to take their beloved child and take them up in a hill to a cave. When it did knock one would not reject its demand but kindly give in. What the villagers did not know is that the div never ate them. Deep inside the cave was a beautiful garden where it fulfilled the joys of these children as they ran and played in the beautiful grounds. However, these children lived their entire lives happy and never remembered anything about where they came from. Now , that took you to those bed time stories we loved to hear and it was a story Saboor narrated to Pari and Abdullah inseparable siblings who lost their mother and unknown to them a div was to separate them. This time not a creature but their own father. And in it there are also so many other divs.
Poverty was striking hard in Shadbagh and family demands were escalating day and night. Parwana, Saboor’s second wife had just given birth and Uncle Nabi( Parwana’s brother) who worked in a rich man’s house in Kabul had the perfect idea to end his sister’s misery. Unknown to the two siblings they accompanied their father through a long journey to the desert and finally to Kabul where their uncle had found a job for their father.
Mr and Mrs. Wahdati never had children as Mrs. Wahdati womb had been snatched from her in a mysterious surgery. Mr. Wahdati took solace in drawing and reading books. Nabi who was in love with Mrs. Wahdati decided to trade Pari to his boss to make the her happy and fulfill her motherhood desires. That was how Abdullah and Pari who was so young at the time were separated.
This book takes a reader through war striken days in Afghanistan and the different lives this siblings lived. One had it all though never knew her origins. The other missed his sister although never knew of how to relocate her. This two different families come to be when Nabi through a confession letter opens up to Mr. Markos who took over the Wahdati’s property. It’s all about each one finding a piece of oneself into someone else.
According to good reads :
In this tale revolving around not just parents and children but brothers and sisters, cousins and caretakers, Hosseini explores the many ways in which families nurture, wound, betray, honor, and sacrifice for one another; and how often we are surprised by the actions of those closest to us, at the times that matter most.
Following its characters and the ramifications of their lives and choices and loves around the globe—from Kabul to Paris to San Francisco to the Greek island of Tinos—the story expands gradually outward, becoming more emotionally complex and powerful with each turning page.
PS; I got lost somewhere when the reader took me to Baba Jan, Thalia and other characters I can’t remember. My focus snapped. I just scanned through the rest of the pages and then I remembered Francis Bacon’s quote “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously and some few books to be read wholly, and with diligence and attraction.” So if you ever feel disappointed for scanning through a book to just get over with it, do not feel sorry for yourself. It happens.