In the Shadow of the Banyan is a heart-wrenching tale of a young girl, Raami, with a polio limp, and her aristocratic family. They are suddenly torn from their Pnom Pen home as the revolutionary Kmer Rouge violently evacuate all the inhabitants of the city and disperse them through the Cambodian countryside. The Revolutionaries summarily kill some, torture others before executing them and force the population into slave labor while starving them. Raami’s physical problem sometimes helps her to survive.
Raami is also blessed with a loving father, a poet who tells her stories and in doing so, attempts to prepare her for life. Although her childhood is shattered, she gains from yhe beauty and wisdom from his stories.
“‘Words you see,’ he said, looking at me again, ‘allow us to make permanent what is essentially transient. Turn a world filled with injustice and hurt into a place that is beautiful and lyrical. Even if only on paper. I wrote the poem for you the day you lay sick with Julio. I stood over your crib, and you looked at me with such mournful eyes that I thought you understood my grief.’“
Many family members are lost, including her father, as Raami struggles to survive, and while experiencing her own grief, her heart also breaks with the others around her.
“A sound escaped mama‘s throat, and she hunched over, cradling her stomach, her hair falling forward, so that it curtained her face from me. One hand clamped over her mouth, she tried to muffle the sound, her body quaking from that effort. But I heard it anyway. Her grief floated out of her, spreading like May’s blanket, covering me with its tattered fringes and patched up holes, and my heart broke again, not for my father this time, but for her, she who must bundle us up, the remnants of their once-shared love, and continue without.”
As you can tell from the quote below, this very sad story was also story of survival.
“It was clear that while food fed our bodies, gave us strength to work and breathe another day, silence kept us alive, and would be the key to our survival. Anything else, any other emotion—grief, regret, longing—was extraneous, a private, hidden luxury we each pulled out in our separate solitude and stroked until it’s shown with renewed luster, before we put it away again and attended to the mundane.”
When her father is gone, his stories help her to understand the important thongs in life, and that helps her to survive. survive.
“A story, I had learned, through my own constant knitting, and re-knitting of remembered words, can lead us back to ourselves, to our lost innocence, and in the shadow it cast over our present world, we begin to understand what we only intuited in our naïveté—that while all else may vanish, love is our one eternity. It reflects itself in joy, and grief, and my father‘s sudden knowledge that he would not live to protect me, and in his determination to leave behind a part of himself—his spirit, his humanity—to illuminate my path, give light to my darkened world. He carved his silhouette in the memory of the sky for me to return to again and again.”
This book was a very powerful and affecting experience for me, one that I am not likely to forget soon. Five tear-stained stars, falling from the sky.