Aliuf Ag Albachar, a 13-year-old Muslim boy from North Africa has always struggled to come to term with his identity as a noble Tuareg. An accidental misfortune forces him to flee his land and venture into a vast barren land of Sahara. Led by his desire to find some kind of purpose in his life, he takes on to study great works of Islam’s golden age, and eventually, is chosen to lead army of violent Muslim young men to battle the enemies. Later he is made to take position of an Islamic judge. But after making a shocking discovery in a library, he finds himself questioning his beliefs and learns it was about time to face the consequences of his decisions.
The book starts with an ominous note and readers know the final fate of Aliuf in the very first chapter.
The desolate Saharan states in the book are pretty weak and highly vulnerable to inter-religious conflicts. Through the spread of a more radical version of Islam, the theological conflicts spread way faster than the ethnic conflicts in the region. Readers come across rise of certain radical groups which become highly active and are interested in creating an independent Islamic state with branches in other countries. Aliuf is picked by one such group and went on to become an Islamic judge after spiritually leading an army of violent soldiers
It was sad to see how easy it is to twist any ideology and destroy humanity in the name of religion. Hirst portrayed ‘the mob mentality’ in a brilliant way; how a vast majority of people follow their leaders blindly and would unleash their inner demons easily to commit crimes against humanity.
Aliuf’s part in heinous crimes didn’t stop me from feeling a certain sympathy for him. The naïve ’13-years-old’ boy stays inside him and that’s what brings his doom all along. Only if he was sharper, more practical, he would’ve survived the gruesome end.
The mother in me wished Salif had never entered his life. I wish Aliuf had taken advice of his elder to stay away from Salif. As a mother I felt her mother who was always aware of her son’s restlessness, failed to warn him of the imminent dangers. I understand, parents have to let children find their own life paths, but isn’t it, essentially, duty of a parent to guide the child in the right direction? The first time Aliuf had to flee home, it was because of certain unsavoury circumstances, but the last letter that he received from his mother cleared the last few doubts in his mind and finalized the things for him in a way; she didn’t even try; she should have warned him of the impending dangers; she didn’t fight; instead, she just let him go.
There is one weak link in the story that I would like to mention. Azter’s part in Aliuf’s doom seemed a bit forced to me. Considering Aliuf’s naivety, his strong feelings for Azter after so many years, though, seem plausible, but any other woman character could have achieved the desired impact.
Having said that, the book is intense as Hirst’s other works. Hirst is, a brilliant writer. there is no doubt about that.
Definitely recommended to all the serious readers.