It’s been over three years since I released my book and over the years readers have asked what parts are the true parts. I have answered that the majority of my story is true and that’s the case. I want to share some of the facts and news articles at the time I was living my story.
In Yemen 1988-1991
When I arrived as a junior diplomat in Yemen, the Consulate, headed by Gerald Ryan, was still embroiled in the Muhsen sisters case. I had not heard about it before arriving in Sana’a but I soon learnt and read all about it. A Yemeni father taking his 3 daughters for a supposed holiday to visit family in Yemen but were in fact married off to Yemeni men and forced to stay. There’s since been books written about the Yemeni brides, even by one of the sisters herself, Sold by Zania Muhsen. I thought it was a unique case as many did back home in the UK but soon discovered that there girls duped to marry Yemeni men, some studying in British universities, and trapped in Yemen. It was such a formidable country where maps did not exist that people very easily simply disappeared. It was a miracle that the Muhsen sisters were found as I learned that others were not so fortunate.
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The region had been relatively quiet in recent months and hopes were mounting with peace talks until an incident occurred sending those negotiations yet again back to the drawing board. The event that sent journalists and reports rising into the UN security zone and gathering at the UN headquarters in Tyre was the killing of the pro-Iranian Hezbollah leader, Sheikh Abbas Musawi, by Israeli forces in February 1992.
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For many years, I have wanted to write this book to leave my legacy for my children as this story is largely based on my life. There are stories in the novel that are entirely true whereas others are fictionalized.
When I traveled to Syria as a Durham student in 1992, I knew very little about the country. Many have asked me how I had the gall to jump on a plane and travel to a country where I did not even have a hotel to arrive at. My answer was that I always had a desire for wanderlust and luckily I had some experience as I was not a novice to the Arabian Peninsula. I had worked in Yemen, also a conservative Islamic country, as a junior staff member in the British Embassy operating the large radio machinery, but there, even though I learned much about the Yemeni language and culture, I solely socialized with expatriates and their families.
My level of planning for Syria was rudimentary at that time as the internet search engines did not exist and I only knew of one professor who had been there. I carried a travel guide book like a Bible as it was my sole fount of knowledge. It was in Syria where I wore my first hijab, an Islamic female head covering, not because I had to but rather I was keen to blend in with my Syrian friends. Another tradition, which I was aware of before I travelled to Syria, was the renown of the warmth and generosity which Arabs extend to visitors which is unparalleled in the world. I had not had the opportunity to accept such a welcome in Yemen although I had heard accounts of it from other expatriates. In Syria, from the onset, I was overwhelmed by their welcome.
The longer I stayed in Damascus and especially when I started working for Dr. Andrew Rathmell, as his Arabic translator and assistant researcher, the more I understood of Syria’s tumultuous and violent history. At the time, Hafez al-Assad, the President of Syria since 1971, was at the height of his autocratic power and the country was in a state of relative calm since the end of the Gulf War in 1991. His vast security apparatus was evident on every street corner whether army, police or civilian informants. My travel guide dedicated an entire page to the various types of mukhabarat, secret police, present in the country but it also reassuringly wrote that Syria was a “safe” country for travelers. Not so obvious was the fear, paranoia and suppression which his people lived under.
My love for Syria has never been far from my thoughts and when the unrest in Syria began in 2011, my determination to start writing intensified. I was distraught and appalled by the suffering of the people and by the destruction of its historical sites in Aleppo, Palmyra, Bosra, Homs, Damascus and elsewhere. I know that many will not have the opportunity to see the sights I saw and meet the people I met because of the ongoing conflict but I hope that readers can enjoy the cities, landscapes and culture within my story.
I thoroughly enjoyed my day at the Decatur Book Festival during the Labor Day Weekend. It was great to meet members of the Atlanta Writers Club, people interested in my book and participants in other booths. I received wonderful reactions to my book and grateful to have made some sales as well as passing out my business card. Thank you to Atlanta Writers Club for the opportunity to participate in the Decatur Book Festival.