I was granted an arc in exchange of an honest review
Rating this book feels wrong. Because five stars doesn’t seem enough. It doesn’t seem adequate for how it made me feel. But for the sake of a rating, it’s one of the easiest five stars I’ve given.
I’ve read a lot of books that changed the way I saw things but I rarely come across one that confronts me with painful truths. Those books give colour to things I knew but couldn’t see, attaching a story to facts and they stay in my mind much longer than other books. Mother of Strangers was one of them.
Subhi, the fifteen-year-old mechanic and mc of this book, had a sharp sense of humour but despite that, no part of this book has been easy to read. It was set in a time a little before the British mandate ended, the Palestine before. And knowing what I know now, I spent every minute taking in all the details of the flourishing city of Jaffa, their traditions, their festivities, knowing that it no longer exists—buried as a memory under the long, ongoing occupation and genocide.
I started highlighting the passages a little into the book and I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I’ve waited a long time. To see Palestine from the eyes of a Palestinian, to see a Palestinian shoot down one of the most common zîonist sayings, which is that Palestine didn’t exist. In this book, you see the actual history, where Palestine was once a beautiful(it still is, despite it all) country booming with trade. When Palestine was free.
Reading a book was like watching a movie. And in this movie, I saw a Palestine I haven’t seen(I’ve heard of but reading it makes it more vividly real) and it’s sad, knowing what it was and what it is now.
It was heartbreaking to read about how Subhi went from living an ordinary life as a clever, yet naive mechanic hopelessly in love with 13 year-old-Shams, who he one day hopes to marry, to someone whose life gets turned upside down as he and the rest of the Palestinians lose their homes, their country, their peace, their lives. It was especially difficult to read the pages where families were ripped apart. The knowledge that many of them never saw their families again haunted me, while also making me realise how much I have to be grateful for.
I’m not a crier. This book was not only one of the few that made me cry, but with the others, I only cried once. Either when a character dies or at the end, when all the emotions I felt in the book hit me at once and overwhelmed me. But, I lost count of the number of times I cried while reading Mother of Strangers. I cried in the middle, when their lives were being snatched. In all the happy, peaceful parts, knowing that it’ll never be the same. Knowing it’s ephemeral. I cried when I was talking to my friend about this book and again when I was writing this review.
I know the end was supposed to be one of the saddest parts of the book but all I felt was numb, after seeing one tragedy after another, without the space to breathe or grieve properly. Crushed hopes and ruined dreams. But somewhere there, subtle but impactful, there was hope. Hope that one day, they’ll return. That one day, Palestine will be free again.
Profound, painful and informative, Mother of Strangers ripped my heart into pieces, while also stitching it back together. I will be recommending this book for a long time