In the country
of longing -by Riyas Babu
A moving
tale of countless lives and dreams gambled away by powers spurred by self-centred
pursuits.Over a spectrum of instances,their trajectory in life follows a
constant fear about survival.A feeling that is very much similar once you look
beyond the extraneous differences,be it in the swarmed Darfur refugee camps in
Sudan or the Himalayan hilly town of Dharamsala.Regardless of their
nationalities,the disasters that toppled their lives or where they fled to,they
all happen to be the citizens of a country of longing.Universally,they are
bound by their shared nationality of the land of the exiled.
The novel
follows the narrative of a journalist,who feels distraught about his
inability to make a worthy change in
spite of his popular, eloquent stories on the unjust perpetrations he has
witnessed.As he faces deportation for an especially provoking article during
his assignment in Sudan,it breaks his heart to leave behind Hawwa,the orphaned
little girl he met at the refugee camp.He returns to his native Norway determined to save the child.When attempts
for legal adoption fails,he prepares to smuggle the child across the
Mediterranean to Italy and begins to coordinate with his refugee friends, who
illegally transported themselves to Europe and continue to wait for their
resident’s permits.Meanwhile he’s sent to Tibet on another assignment where he finds
himself facing a similar situation that he can’t help but approach emotionally.
Even as the
landscape shifts across the bleak camps,the blue Nile,Norwegian fjords,jammed Delhi streets,serene monasteries and a packed boat over
the rough Mediterranean sea,the dominant
theme is a desperate will to survive when you do not belong anywhere and the
world seems thirsty for your blood.Even so,there is no dearth of hope as we
find three individuals from different corners of the world,bound by love and
destiny,coming together to make their own little family.
Can you please send me your email to riyasbabu@yahoo.com. Regards Riyas
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