I am absolutely astonished by the two reviews so far. Let me give an alternative take on this book.
To say that Bashir has been through a lot would be the biggest understatement of the century. It is a tragedy of epic proportions that a human being can go through what she has in the 21st century.
The book starts off describing her life in Darfur when it was just another part of Sudan. Peaceful. She details the customs of her people - the Zaghawa - and village life. She reveals her hopes for the future, and the village/cultural mentality that constantly puts hurdles in front of her.
She then goes on to describe how things slowly begin to change in her homeland and, before she can understand why, she is suddenly a target in her own country. What she reveals can only be described as genocide...the systematic attempts to abolish black Africans in Sudan by the Arabs. What she sees...and then experiences...is horrific. There are barely words to desribe what she endured, and must still be haunted by.
When she finally makes it to England, she simply passes comment about things which she sees and disagrees with or doesn't understand, because they are so different from her traditions back home. She notices that people in London seem in a rush and rarely offer a smile to strangers, unlike in her village. She doesn't understand when she sees two young people making out in public. And she has litle sympathy for a middle aged woman who has become an alocholic after her husband left her because she was fell pregnant after sleeping wih her son's best friend...20 years younger than her! These are not the words of a bitter or ungrateful person. And it doesn't mean she has no gratitude towards this country. She states how friendly and respectful our police officers are, compared to the police in Sudan.
I have often wondered what someone who had lost everything would think of the western world if they saw how many of us lived, and what our daily dilemmas are compared to theirs. How insignificant it must seem to worry about what to waer on Friday night out or what to have for dinner the next day, when you have seen your people annihilated and family murdered. Bashir openly talks about the fears of going to sleep wondering if they will be attacked overnight...murdered overnight...raped overnight...it takes reading a book like this to emphasise just how incredibly lucky we are in this country.
This is a very, very brave book narrating a modern day tragedy. As I said earlier, it beggars belief that this is actually a real story rather than the sick gruesome novel. You must read this book to understand just how much Sudan has been destroyed, and to begin to understand just how much pain and suffering has been inflicted upon millions of people.