Zahra, the protagonist, suffers from mental disorders. Some of it may be nature, but most of it is definitely from nurture. Her mother uses her to pretend that they're going on errands, while she goes to her sexual meetings. Her father beats the crap out of her all the time.
She's looking for the love that she's denied in her childhood, so when a man at her work takes her after work to have sex with her and use her, She goes along with it, not understanding why, just letting herself be used.
She doesn't know about birth control, so she gets pregnant. She wants to escape from the craziness of her home, so she goes to stay with her uncle in Egypt. But she's afraid of her uncle, afraid that he wants to get intimate with her, and so constantly locks herself in the bathroom.
A friend of her uncle wants to get married, so he zeros in on Zahra as an easy conquest.
To escape from the uncertainty of living with her uncle, she agrees to marry this man. But she can't stand him wanting to have sex with her, so she always locks herself in the bathroom.
Her whole life is just a repeat of this. It's a misery! It's only because it's a fiction, that saves me from being so sad for this character.
Some of the scenes in this book are so very strange. Here's one, after the protagonist's mother aborted twins:
"I remember the neighbors pouring into the bedroom to greet my mother, then peering into the soup dish where the tiny embryos swam. And then exclaiming, 'in the name of Allah, the all merciful. Blessed be the Creator. Look, here is a fully developed creature.' but one was more forthright and asked, 'why abortion after abortion?' another grew more outspoken still, and spat, swearing and shoving the dish aside 'I spit on the human being. Is this how we all are created - as minute as a fingernail becoming as huge as mules!' "
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The story of Zahra’s life: growing up in the Shia community of Beirut, joining her uncle, a political refugee in an African country, then returning home, as told by herself. Her time in Africa is again narrated from their different perspectives by her uncle and his friend with whom she hopes to find refuge in marriage. Not long and she returns alone to Beirut during the civil war.

Adorno once wrote that there is no right life within the false one the surrounding forces one to live: a task without a solution. Most, in one way or other, adjust to their false life. Zahra is unable to do so and breaks up: This is her story.

The writing draws one in from the first sentence and does not release you until the last. (VI-14) ( )

Read this as part of my Tour of International Fiction. This was in the Lebanese category. Not a bad story, but I'd have been just as happy with just about any other fiction book out there. I liked the way the author starts off with the story of a broken Lebanese adolescent, then follows with chapters retelling parts of that girl's story with the mens' perspectives. Then the second half wraps up from the girl's point of view. A decent, feminist story from a talented but not spectacular author. Nothing more than "okay." ( )

The theme of oppression of women often runs through books centering on Arab countries. This novel did include that as a major part of its story-telling, but it was quite forthright with regard to female sexuality. Overall a sad and depressing book, it highlights some of the author’s ideas about her own Lebanese culture.

First, there is the dominant male father figure who beats his women (i.e. wife, daughter) into good behavior. Next, there is the family feeling that marriage and children are the ultimate goal (and value?) of a young woman, but woe be it to her if she is not beautiful and desired. Last, there is the difficult situation a woman has in determining and accomplishing what exactly would fulfill her own hopes and dreams.

In this story, Zahra is an acne-faced woman who as a child had been taken along when her married mother had secret trysts with a lover. The pain of this always remained with Zahra when she herself was an adult. She took the opportunity to visit an uncle in Africa to remove herself from her own home situation, but, after living with her uncle, she was confronted with the decision whether or not to marry a man for whom she did not care.

There is a second part to this novel that takes place in wartime Lebanon. That section of the book almost seemed as if it were an unrelated novella. It talked about fear on the streets and in the home during wartime while it furthered the story of Zahra’s sexuality in an odd sort of way.

I didn’t find this a particularly easy book to read, but it certainly did delve into the otherwise hidden corners of female sexuality in a culture with many taboos against women. This is a brave and surprising work by a female Lebanese author who now lives in London. It would be a good read for anyone seeking insight into middle eastern cultures. ( )