Fiction/Literature
Dr. Amin Jaafari has worked hard to get where he is. As an Arab living in Israel, he had to put up with a lot of racism and work very hard to become a surgeon in Tel Aviv. He has a very long day ahead of him when a suicide bomber blows up a restaurant. Dr. Jaafari performs multiple surgeries and goes home in a daze, ready to collapse from exhaustion. In the middle of the morning, he's called back to the hospital. The police are there, asking him to identify his wife, whom they believe was the suicide bomber. Dr. Jaafari can't believe this until he gets a note in the mail from his wife, dated a few days before the bombing, apologizing. Dr. Jaafari sets on a quest to determine who turned his wife and how he missed the signs, not worrying about any danger he might be putting himself in.
This is an interesting subject for a novel, how the loved one of a suicide bomber who doesn't believe in the cause copes with the aftermath. It tears Dr. Jaafari apart and he tries very hard to find meaning in what happened and bring those who were responsible to justice. But the question is whether justice can be found and if there is meaning. There were a few times that this book felt a bit preachy to me, but it got across its point in quite an impactful way.
First Line: "I don't remember hearing an explosion."
Rating:
(3.5/5)
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