Once in awhile, a book socks me in the stomach. This was one of them. It's the memoir of a woman who is the daughter of Saddam Hussein's former pilot. Her parents were intimately close friends of the dictator, and it's a facinating look into his private life and rise to power. It will shock you. It will make you cringe.
How this woman escaped Iraq and not came to live a "normal" life, but to thrive and do such wonderful work astounds and inspires me.
This story is why I hate war. This is the woman I've always thought of when we decidedly hate all Muslims, or carelessly drop missles in other countries. The collateral damage of war is real and prevalent today.
Additionally, this book reminds us that there are still oppressed women everywhere. We must spend some of our resources to help them.
I finished it late last night and went to bed sad. Sad that we continue to hurt people so deeply. That one man can rise to power and destroy a nation. Both the physical attributes and the people in it. That we, as human beings, have that much potential to destroy. I was feeling really depressed about the state of our world and overwhelmed with the responsibility of changing it. Because I must. And we must.
It's a powerful book. I urge you to read it.
1 comment:
Sounds intriguing. I will have to read it. Thank you!
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