In 1971 Pakistan split into two nations, present day Pakistan and Bangladesh, by means of a brutal civil war. In the aftermath of that war, citizens of Bangladesh celebrated their hard won independence, while trying to cope with the horrors that had been inflicted upon them, and the horrors that they had inflicted. Thousands of women had been raped, and many of them were pregnant. The new government called them heroes, but there was no heroes' welcome awaiting them at home, in a land where a raped woman can be put to death to preserve the honor of her family. Many soldiers had been through a brutal experience, and they were left to their own devices when the war was over. They did not find many therapists to help them with post traumatic stress.
Tahmima Anam has crafted a beautifully written story of a woman's life after war, a life constrained by custom and religion, lived with dependence and independence, beauty and sorrow, and the pervasive sense of loss. Within alternating chapters of past and present, we learn Maya's history, her fractured bonds to family, friends, and religion, her growing despair for her country, and the heavy price of a woman's freedom in a land of misogyny and fundamentalism.
Maya and her mother are real and fascinating characters. The author speaks from Maya's perspective, so we get to know her best. She is a complex bundle of contradictions. She has lost her beloved older brother, Sohail to a strict form of Islam that precludes just about every form of human activity. He rebuffs her attempts to reestablish their relationship. Sohail's son Zaid, ill clothed, underfed, and emotionally abandoned, is forbidden from attending school, until a suitably Islamic one can be found, where an even more heartbreaking fate awaits. We don't get much insight into the mind of the fundamentalist, except at rare moments when Sohail makes a foray into his family's life. That was my biggest disappointment with this novel: the reader doesn't gain a real understanding of Sohail, and the revealed history of his past does not fully explain his choices.
The story is bleak and disturbing, as one reviewer complains, although it ends on a mildly hopeful note. The bleakness reflects the reality of the time and place. It does not detract from this excellent novel. When I first read the title, I expected an apology for Islam, but the writer does not attempt to win sympathy or excuse cruelty. She presents a world as it is, and leaves the reader to sort it out. This is a fine example of good writing, and I am better off today from having read this book. I enjoyed learning about this distant land, its history, people and culture. The writing is polished and skillful, the story engrossing, and the characters believable.