It must be said that “A Thousand Bright Suns” has never been a book that has caught my attention, even though I have skimmed through it hundreds of times every time I enter Nha Nam, due to its unremarkable form. The attraction of the book is due to the strange sounding of the author’s name, due to the book’s setting in a country that I have only imagined before is somewhere in the Middle East – a place near the Kingdom of Persia and the ancient silk road with its priceless legacies and the story of the wise, wise, brave and beautiful Sheherazade who conquered the hearts of kings and the Middle East in my vision of modern times is war. war, terror, and destruction of a once brilliant human civilization, the reasons why I never really paid attention to “A Thousand Bright Suns” until I was introduced, heard about it so much that it made me pay attention and had the feeling of wanting to try reading it once.
When reading the introduction lines at the back of the book, about the two women who were forced by fate to live with the same husband and were tortured and beaten, about the long upheaval of a country, but The historical issues embedded in the book presented in that introduction were too vague for me and all my focus was on the issue of violence against women mentioned in the introduction, the issue of violence against women. Inequality between men and women still exists within Middle Eastern countries – which in my personal worldview is something I never accept the idea of, let alone its existence. its. And when reading the intro about Mariam and Laila, a girl her father couldn’t accept and a girl who lived in luxury since childhood, and had to live under the same roof, trying to have a baby for him. and suffered beatings, so that one person when going to the end of the suffering had to kill her husband, and the other had to leave the country with her lover and children, I imagined that it was the girl herself. living in luxury from a young age will be the one to kill her husband because she will probably not be able to withstand the unprecedented oppression in her life, and the girl who is not acknowledged will be happy later. all suffering. And that’s exactly what I thought until I actually turned the pages and immersed myself in the lives of those two women – Laila and Mariam.
Mariam was the son of the richest and most powerful merchant in the land to a lowly woman who was once a servant of her family. Mariam grew up in a kolba, a shack, shack, far from the city, away from everyone, along with Nana – a mother with a temperamental disposition who seemed to hate and resent life and everyone and become attached to it. epilepsy and was visited every Thursday by her father – the day she looked forward to most of the week. During the fifteen years she lived with her mother and only saw her father once a week, Mariam had been constantly crammed with thoughts of being an unclaimed child, a runaway child, but the idea was full of flavor. The mother’s selfishness and hatred has raised up in Mariam certain contradictions in herself, conflicts about believing in her own worth or believing what her mother used to tell her. As a result, Mariam worshiped her father even more, the man who even visited her once a week but always loved her, protected her, and made her feel safe around him, the man