Amrita
Quotes from the Book
He never lets anyone else shave his beard, and he says: Behzad, take note. No one is obliged to do something like that for you, even if you pay him for it, and you should never trust a person so much that you put a blade in his hand and let him lean over you with it.
He actually does know everything by Rumi, too, without the two of us ever having spent time together leafing through the poetry volumes that he bought me for our engagement, though that was what I always wanted us to do. I wanted to share it with him, the rustle of the pages, the effect of every word, and now I'm the one who doesn't dare pick up the books, fearing that they might have lost their power somewhere between Tehran, Istanbul, East Berlin, and here.
Vielleicht etwas so Brisantes und Aufregendes, dass es die Veränderung direkt hierher zu uns bringt, dass unsere Eltern vielleicht endlich Frieden finden, denn irgendwie war das doch immer das, was zu ihrem Glück fehlte: am Ende noch das zu gewinnen, gegen das, was sie hierherschickte. (S.223, Mo)
Der Wind trägt Behsads Stimme herüber, ich würde seine Stimme unter Tausenden erkennen, sie dringt zu mir vor und gibt mir jenes Gefühl von einem Zuhause, wie es in den vergangenen Jahren nur wenige Dinge konnten. (S.75, Nahid)
Wenn ich dem Tod eines Tages begegne, was ganz bestimmt der Fall sein wird, dann ist es nicht so wichtig. Wichtig allein ist, welchen Einfluss mein Leben oder mein Tod auf das Leben anderer haben wird, sagt der Vater an meiner Stelle. (S.44, Busfahrer)
Ob es gut ist, dass sie den Geist der Revolution verstanden haben und sich nun so kleiden wie wir, oder ob es ein Zeichen von Schwäche ist, frage ich mich manchmal, denn was können wr mit Schafen anfangen, die der Herde hinterherlaufen, wie können wir einen neuen Staat und ein neues System aufbauen, mit Leuten, die jederzeit zu einem anderen Lager wechseln können? (S.23, Behsad)
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About Shida Bazyar
About the book
A captivating, polyphonic novel of one family’s flight from and return to Iran.
1979. Behsad, a young communist revolutionary, fights with his friends for a new order after the Shah’s expulsion. He tells of sparking hope, of clandestine political actions, and of how he finds the love of his life in the courageous, intelligent Nahid.
1989. Nahid lives her new life in West Germany with Behsad. With their young children, they spend hour after hour in front of the radio, hoping for news from others who went into hiding after the mullahs came to power.
1999. Laleh returns to Iran with her mother, Nahid. Between beauty rituals and family secrets, she gets to know a Tehran that hardly matches her childhood memories.
2009. Laleh’s brother Mo is more concerned with a friend’s heartbreak than with student demonstrations in Germany. But then the Green Revolution breaks out in Iran and t
Book details
- First published
- 2016
- Author
- Shida Bazyar
- Genre
- Fiction
- Goodreads rating
- 3.91 (5k ratings)
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