When I close the book, my mood is very complicated and I can't calm down for a long time.
This is a story about war. It tells the growth experience of a shoemaker who is used to domestic violence and his two wives. It also tells the story of women's experiences of discrimination, abuse, despair and darkness in the nearly 30 years of war in Afghanistan.
In fact, the cruelty of war is unimaginable in peacetime. The suffering brought by the war, as well as unspeakable sadness, always hangs over every Afghan, just like an invisible yoke.
In this war, Afghan women were treated unfairly.
When the disaster comes, the ugliness and meanness of human nature only appear in front of us every day, and the tragic scene after scene is really unspeakable.
The beginning of this war took place in April 1978, that is, the day when Laila, one of the heroines in the book, was born, so Laila was nicknamed the war girl.
Another heroine's name is Mariam. She is an illegitimate daughter. Her father has three wives and nine children.
Her father owns many industries and has a luxurious home, but he can't accommodate a room belonging to mother and daughter.
Mariam's cowardly father led his two sons to build a thatched cottage for Mariam and her mother on the hillside to atone for their sins. Mariam and her mother have lived here for 15 years.
My father comes to see Mariam every Thursday, which is the happiest thing for Mariam, because her father has brought hope to her life and has always convinced Mariam that he loves his daughter very much.
Until Mariam 15 birthday, her father wanted to give her a birthday present. Mariam doesn't want anything. She just asked her father to take her home. My father hesitated, but he agreed.
The next day, at the appointed time, her father broke his word and didn't come to pick up Mary Yam. She decided to go down the mountain to find her father herself.
From this decision, Mary Yam, who was originally living in poverty, began a tragic fate.
Her father is a man who can't make his own decisions. After she went to her father, her mother chose to hang herself.
My father's three wives United and married her to Rashid, an old shoemaker in Kabul. Mariam, 15 years old, left her home with a grudge against her father.
Rashid once lost his son and wife, so he was very happy to hear that Mariam was pregnant. However, the good times did not last long, Mariam miscarried, and the tyrannical Rashid finally showed his true colors.
He began to beat Mariam, beat her with a belt, kicked her with boots, and even grabbed a stone and forced Mariam to chew until one of her teeth was smashed by the stone.
This life continued until Rashid was nearly 60 years old.
Laila's home was hit by a burning rocket. The despicable Rashid saved Lila's life, but he also tried his best to make Lila of 14 his second wife.
Laila agreed to marry Rasheed because she found out that she was pregnant, but the baby was not Rasheed's.
Two women live under the same roof every day, and slowly, because of some secrets, they become concerned and tolerant of each other.
After an attempt to escape, Laila, like Mariam, was brutally beaten, and domestic violence became a common occurrence in Rashid's family.
If this is tolerable, then the cruelest thing is to impose severe punishment on women.
The war has never stopped, and women are not allowed to go out without men. Even with men, they should wear a burqa that only shows their eyes and covers their whole body.
The streets are full of policemen with whips. If a woman in a burqa walks in the street, she will be whipped when the wind blows, revealing her ankle under the burqa.
Fingers painted with nail polish will be chopped off. If you are accused of adultery, you will be stoned to death.
In a cruel domestic violence, Rashid grabbed Lila's neck tightly and Lila almost died. The unbearable Mariam picked up a shovel and hacked Rasheed to death.
In fact, when I saw this, my heart was torn, but the ending was gratifying.
Although it is an unforgivable era, there is still indestructible love.
Through the words written by khaled hosseini, I feel heartbroken and sad for these two innocent women, and even more sad for the women living in Afghanistan.
How can we talk about dignity and morality when people's lives have been trampled so far?
Don't those who started the war have wives and children? However, they still aim relentless artillery at countless ordinary people for their so-called politics and so-called conspiracy.
How unfortunate the war is, and how lucky we are to be born in peacetime!
Cherish life, cherish peace and cherish the present happy life.