Lorsque Doris, 32 ans, représentante en produits cosmétiques, rencontre Omar, un bel Égyptien ressemblant à Omar Sharif, elle tombe éperdument amoureuse. Elle l'épouse quelques semaines plus tard.Sa descente aux enfers commence...Omar, l'envoûtant prince du désert, s'enferme peu à peu dans un islamisme radical, au point de devenir un combattant du djihad et de participer à des actions terroristes.En 1991, en plein conflit des Balkans, il emmène Doris en Bosnie, où il la contraint à se convertir, à adopter le prénom de Aïcha, à vivre cloîtrée et à revêtir le niqab.Par ce témoignage, l'auteur nous raconte ses années de calvaire et explique comment, devenue esclave par amour, elle est parvenue à s'affranchir de cette emprise terrifiante.
I had to read that book a second time, I've read it years ago as a teenager, without the understanding I now have of certain tough topics as a woman. On my first read, I couldn't understand why would anyone stay in such a relationship , why would a woman accept all this abuse? I was young and life taught me !
I was able to sympathize, and empathize with Doris more, reading her story with an open mind and a lot of compassion even in times of confusion.
Although a part of me still felt like ,it was still hard for her to accept even at the end that her real enemy from the beginning was her husband not his second wife, I felt some disappointment when she would still "attack" her the second wife's character even when she knew she was done with him. There was no real realization from the author, not even in the epiloge, that in this world her husband brought her into, no woman is really winning, they all do what they can to survive, it felt like she would still get back to him if he chased Safya away.
The atrocities were shocking to her but still held less weight than him having a second wife (not trying to be harsh or judgemental I promise).