A Persian Requiem
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 1870015789
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Set in the southern Persian town of Shiraz in the last years of World War II with the British army in occupation, the novel chronicles the life of Zari, a traditional, anxious, and superstitious woman whose husband, Yusef is an idealistic feudal landlord. A web of political intrigue and hostility is created. In the background, tribal leaders are in open rebellion against the government and British occupation. In the midst of this turbulence Zari carries on normal life within the beautiful courtyard of her house, attempting to keep the family safe from external events. The corruption engendered by occupation is pervasive as Zari's family life is shattered and disaster strikes. An immensely moving story, the novel is a powerful indictment of colonization.
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Covered with black fabric, with Yusef’s hat on top and his gun strapped to the mare’s neck. They had covered Sahar with a white sheet stained randomly with red ink like a bloodied shroud. When the mare saw the body, she picked up her ears and drummed her hoofs on the ground. Zari felt as if her own heart were being trampled on. Then the mare neighed twice. Zari thought she saw tears rolling down the horse’s flared nostrils. She remembered what the middle-aged woman had told her about Savushun,.
Who has just left the sick-bed. Our honoured friend, Abol-Ghassem Khan has promised to send us your son’s colt. I hear he is away on a trip. I humbly beg you to loan us the young horse belonging to your respected son for a few days by means of this messenger. The moment Gilan Taj tires of horses and horse riding, we shall return it. Yours sincerely Since the signature of the Governor’s wife differed from the rest of the handwriting, Zari decided the letter must have been written by.
Busy kissing the English-woman’s hand. But the headmistress must have drawn his attention to them because the Governor shook hands with the Colonel again before extending his hand to the Indian soldiers. They, for their part, merely clicked their heels together, saluted, about-turned, and withdrew. Then came the hired musicians. One played the zither, while his plump friend accompanied him on the tar and an attractive young boy sang a song. When the song was over, there was a dance followed by.
Children working for her and that day she had sent them off to escape over the roof—all except the little one who hadn’t been able to get away in time. But what bracelets the madam herself was wearing! She had on at least ten pairs of gold bracelets.” “Shameless woman!” exclaimed Ezzat-ud-Dowleh. “May she pay hereafter for what she did to those innocent children!” Then she added, “They’ve got our maid Nana Ferdows in prison too. I expect you’ll see her tomorrow when you go there.” “On what.
Malek Rostam and Majid got out and she knew her husband would not be stepping out. She knew he would never again climb in or get out of a car … where had she read that so-and-so was riding on a wooden horse? Yusef was sitting stiffly on the rear seat, covered with a cloak and his hat pulled over his eyes. She heard Ameh’s voice saying, “Welcome, brother. So you’ve come home …” and Ameh began to sob. Abol-Ghassem Khan was wailing at such a pitch that he must have been heard in every corner of the.