Monday, August 6, 2007

The Septembers of Shiraz


Set in Iran just after the 1979 revolution, The Septembers of Shiraz tells the story of a family living in uncertain times, struggling to cope - and keep hopeful - when the unthinkable happens
In the aftermath of the Iranian revolution, rare-gem dealer Isaac Amin is arrested, wrongly accused of being a spy. In the wake of his terrifying disappearance, his family must reconcile a new world of cruelty and chaos with the collapse of everything they had known.
As Isaac navigates the tedium and terrors of prison, forging tenuous trusts, his wife feverishly searches for him, suspecting, all the while, that their once-trusted housekeeper has turned on them and is now acting as an informer. And as his daughter, in a childlike attempt to stop the wave of baseless arrests, engages in illicit activities, his son, sent to New York before the rise of the Ayatollahs, struggles to find happiness even as he realizes that his family may soon be forced to embark on a journey of incalculable danger.
A page-turning literary debut, The Septembers of Shiraz simmers with questions of identity, alienation, and love, not simply for a spouse or a child, but for all the intangible sights and smells of the place we call home.

Dalia Sofer was born in Iran and fled with her family to the United States in 1983. She received her MFA in Fiction from Sarah Lawrence College in 2002 and was been a resident at Yaddo. She currently lives in New York City.

Book DetailsPublication Date 17/08/2007 ISBN 9780330447690 Dimensions 216mm x 135mm Weight 0.477 kg Pages 352

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I have passed the borders of atheism, too.

I have passed the borders of atheism, too.
Beyond the borders full of the waves of worshiping
I have found people who
they are more comfort without God.
They have nouns
as the same that we choose for our toys,
But neither they kill,
nor they deliver.
They have been born just one time,
neither any God has created,
nor any God kills
our species has created them
and they are stronger than us.
They think like us,
they walk, and act.
It seems that they are the "Peace" itself,
neither they fight,
nor they worship.
My friends
my religious sisters and brothers;
I have passed the borders of worshipping.
I love you
not for the sake of God,
but for the sake of human;
for the sake of yourself,
If you feel yet that a God has created us,
then forget about me.

Narin Mohamady