Sisters in War (eBook)

Christina Asquith (Autor)

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2011 | 1. Auflage
352 Seiten
Random House Publishing Group (Verlag)
978-1-58836-761-7 (ISBN)

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Caught up in a terrifying war, facing choices of life and death, two Iraqi sisters take us into the hidden world of women's lives under U.S. occupation. Through their powerful story of love and betrayal, interwoven with the stories of a Palestinian American women's rights activist and a U.S. soldier, journalist Christina Asquith explores one of the great untold sagas of the Iraq war: the attempt to bring women's rights to Iraq, and the consequences for all those involved.

On the heels of the invasion, twenty-two-year-old Zia accepts a job inside the U.S. headquarters in Baghdad, trusting that democracy will shield her burgeoning romance with an American contractor from the disapproval of her fellow Iraqis. But as resistance to the U.S. occupation intensifies, Zia and her sister, Nunu, a university student, are targeted by Islamic insurgents and find themselves trapped between their hopes for a new country and the violent reality of a misguided war.

Asquith sets their struggle against the broader U.S. efforts to bring women's rights to Iraq, weaving the sisters' story with those of Manal, a Palestinian American women's rights activist, and Heather, a U.S. army reservist, who work together to found Iraq's first women's center. After one of their female colleagues is gunned down on a highway, Manal and Heather must decide whether they can keep fighting for Iraqi women if it means risking their own lives.

In Sisters in War, Christina Asquith introduces the reader to four women who dare to stand up for their rights in the most desperate circumstances. With compassion and grace, she vividly reveals the plight of women living and serving in Iraq and offers us a vision of how women's rights and Islam might be reconciled.

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when the sisters heard the roar of U.S. military planes overhead, they clambered up the wooden steps onto the roof of their uncle's mud-brick farmhouse. 'Maybe they can see us!' cried Nunu happily. She shouted to the sky, for once not caring who heard: 'Go! Good luck! But don't kill any innocent people.'

Zia laughed with her, glad to have something, at last, to celebrate. The Americans were here to free them from Saddam. She watched her little sister waving at the distant black specks, skipping over the mud and straw in her fancy shoes. A few days ago, Nunu had overheard on her shortwave radio that American troops were marching through Iraqi villages, going door-to-door, and ever since then she had been getting up an extra hour early in the morning just to do her hair and makeup. So far, no war heroes had shown up, but it was so good to see Nunu happy that Zia hadn't even teased her for it. They could feel the electricity in the air: after years of oppression, the government was about to be overthrown, and Iraq would be free--a 'freedom' they had only ever known through their mother's stories of Iraq's glorious past. After weeks and months of waiting, these military planes were their first, welcome sign of that immense promise.

As the sound of the planes died away and Nunu scanned the horizon for more, Zia's own thoughts grew darker. In her mind she followed the bomber planes to Baghdad, 115 miles to the east, where her father, stubborn as ever, had insisted on waiting out the invasion to protect their house from looters. As a child she had heard bombs falling around their neighborhood during the Iran-Iraq war, and she remembered the terror, as she moved through adolescence, of the American bombing raids on Baghdad in 1991 and 1998. She couldn't bear to imagine anything happening to Baba, or to her beloved city--though she tried to tell herself that some destruction was necessary and understandable. Her throat tightened as she remembered Baba's admiration of the 'incredible precision' of American bombs, and his insistence that the Americans weren't interested in targeting civilians. That had been three weeks ago, though, and they'd had no news from him since. Though she knew it was forbidden to doubt her own father, she still whispered a silent prayer, under her breath, that he'd be safe.

Nunu skipped toward her across the roof. 'Zia, let's go tell Mamina! Now that the Americans are here, soon we'll be able to go home!'

As they climbed down the ladder into their uncle's home, Zia wished, again, that women's lives would change with the Americans' arrival. She was tired of being an outcast. As the eldest daughter, Zia had unconsciously stepped into the patriarchal role usually assumed by the eldest son, earning income in her job, driving the car, tutoring Nunu, and even handling financial matters with her uncles. She liked being in charge, even though she knew her outspokenness had earned her a reputation as 'unmarriageable' around the neighborhood.

'The Americans are advancing toward Baghdad!' Nunu cheered when they found Mamina, folding her prayer mat in the bedroom the women shared downstairs. Their mother's darkly lined eyes lit up, and she gave them a tight, perfume-scented hug. Even with her hair hidden under a veil, Mamina radiated the warmth and beauty of a woman twenty years younger, Zia thought. This time, they all felt sure, the Americans would get the job done.

Mamina sighed contentedly. 'Like he parted the sea for Moses, we pray God makes a smooth path for the Americans. Then, my dears, you will know how it feels to be proud of your homeland--you'll see the progressive, cultured Iraq your father and I loved so much when...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 11.5.2011
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Biografien / Erfahrungsberichte
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber
• Themenwelt: Sozialwissenschaften ► Politik / Verwaltung
• Themenwelt: Sozialwissenschaften ► Soziologie ► Gender Studies
• Themenwelt: Wirtschaft
• ISBN-10: 1-58836-761-4 / 1588367614
• ISBN-13: 978-1-58836-761-7 / 9781588367617