I bought this book at the very start of this year, was planning on reading it when I’ll find myself tired of complex reads, and that’s what exactly happened, I needed Urdu to relax, and this book proved to be the best choice.
I’m not a pro when it comes to Urdu authors & their style, in that I really cannot tell if it was one complete whole. There were certain short stories & then their was a novel all of these connected by two characters of Muhammad Ali Dakiya & a Julaha( weaver).
The short stories had different themes revolving around the societal stereotypes & sometimes simple aspects giving details that seem very fine & sometimes extremely painful, the novel on the flip side, had a theme of platonic love as long as I got it. Two people who never met, fell in an eccentric love that had a fate of a briefest meet up. The extent of love one of them had, was seemingly impossible but it all felt real because of the way it was narrated, because of the details provided.
What I liked about the novel was the description & reason behind some basic human intentions & then actions, for instance a girl who belongs to an extremist faction of one religion holds love for the signs & beliefs of another one. This is something that I myself have experienced very often so relativity is something that makes a book likeable for me and here I related to it at this point of minute diversion, and found it worthy of my time.
I somehow did not want to go beyond 3.5 when coming to stars since the obscurity sometimes became irksome & the very deep account of weavers’ ways & jargons. I felt it might be used as personification but the element of moderation was missing rendering some pages aloof from whatever was actually happening in all the stories.
Overall, a nice book!