I have just read this extraordinary book and wanted to share with you the review I have written for the parish magazine, as I thought some people might also like to read the book......
The Lightless Sky, Gulwali Passarlay (with Nadene Ghouri)
On a sinking boat in the Mediterranean over-filled with refugees, many of whom were locked below decks in basically a floating coffin. No food and no sanitary facilities, surrounded by vomit and excrement. Aged 12.........
“It helped to try and focus on my mother's steely determination and imagine her voice urging me not to give up:”Be safe, and do not come back.” They had been her last words to me and my brother [aged 13] before she sent us both away to find sanctuary in strange lands. She had done it to try and save our lives, to help us escape from men who wanted us dead.” One can only imagine her desperation.
Gulwali found himself, young as he was, caught between the US “liberators”, who wanted to recruit him as an informer, and the Taliban, who wanted him for a fighter or a martyr in their “jihad.” His father, a respected doctor had already been shot. Just like the famous Malala Yousafzai, Gulwali and his family initially welcomed the Taliban as a force for order following years of unrest. The true nature of their distortion of Islam and their inhumanity only gradually became apparent.
This is the harrowing story of a 12 year old Afghan boy and his year-long journey both to safety in England and from one culture to another: from the little boy who thought nothing of ordering the women around him to cover their heads and who witnessed the stoning of a woman accused of adultery, to a highly educated young man making his way in the western world.
It lays bare the worldwide network of ruthless agents profiting from human misery, the barbarity of the French police, the tortuous British bureaucracy, and the casual and dehumanising degradation inflicted on refugees all across Europe.
It was something of a relief to hear him describe the British police as “well-mannered” and to know that he found happiness in a British foster family and a good education here in Britain which turned his life around, but we cannot pat ourselves on the back while the Calais “Jungle” (Gulwali's home for many months) is being dismantled and vulnerable people are scattered indiscriminately around the world.
“I had been travelling for almost a year. In that time, any childhood innocence had long since left me. I had suffered unspeakable indignities and dangers, watched men get beaten to a pulp, jumped from a speeding train, been left to suffocate for days on end in boiling-hot trucks, trekked over treacherous, mountainous border crossings, been imprisoned twice, and had bullets fired at me by border guards. There had rarely been a day when I had not witnessed man's inhumanity to man.”
So what is the solution? We are facing the worst refugee crisis in recent history – tens of thousands of people are wandering the world, fleeing persecution, starved, beaten, treated like animals and discarded like flotsam. I have no answers, but I do know that this young man's chronicle will touch hearts and perhaps change minds. He forces us to see this human “flood” that fills our TV screens daily as more than an amorphous mass, but as a collection of our fellows, individuals who share out common humanity.
He remains a faithful follower of Islam – for him, jihad is “a holy war within oneself........I suppose you can call this the battle within all of us: it is a fight we must fight in different ways – whatever faith we may come from. I fight my jihad so I can go on loving. The enemy of love is not hate, it is indifference. The enemy of love is turning away from those in need. The enemy of love is doing nothing when you can help your fellow man.”
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