Maithreyi Karnoor (Maithreyi writes reviews for The Hindu, and can be reached at maitreyi.karnoor@gmail.com
An earlier version of this review was published in The Hindu, April 29, 2016.
Ethnic violence on a gargantuan scale happens in
another continent; a huge war is fought whose victory doesn’t undo the death
and destruction on either side; mythology is invoked; meetings are held by a
few powerful men in closed rooms in a far away country and a ‘solution’ is
found by which you and your family will pay for the damage by giving up your
home – your land, your loved ones, your dreams.
When one cannot explain the occupation of Palestine
to a six year old convincingly, without losing one’s own convictions in the
process, it is stupefying – shattering – when a six year old tells you this story
himself.
All Yusuf, wants to do is play with his older brother and experience an innocent joy and warmth in the intense love story between his brother and his lover Nada. He wants to eat chocolates and let his brother fill his eyes with dreams of the future – in a home full of warmth and love. But Yusuf is flung violently in a story framed by colonialism, world wars, partitions and migration. People are forced out of their homes, many lose their loved ones. Yusuf’s brother is killed and Yusuf spends many years meandering through refugee camps living a life of confusion and pain, until he is found by Nada, a woman who would have been his sister-in-law in another destiny. What follow are emotions resonating with tenderness – mixed with the pain of loss and nostalgia – that tell a gripping story of the futility of war.

