Over the Rainbow
Mohsen Sharifi
Author Bio
I am a teacher and a published author of several books. I was born in 1948 in Iran and went to school in Germany and college in the USA. I received an M.A. degree from the University of Michigan in 1975. I live with my wife in Gaithersburg, Maryland.
Description
This book is a historical and inspirational juvenile fiction which takes place during the Iran-Iraq war in a small village, Sardasht, at the Iran-Kurdish border. Hiwa’s teen age world of dreams and fantasies has been shattered. The cruel Iran-Iran war, during the eighties, didn’t even leave a poor farmer’s boy and his family immune.
The main character, Hiwa, which means hope in Kurdish, and his sisters are severely injured by the chemical attacks of Saddam Hussein, while his parents perish. Hiwa now has to fight in order, despite tremendous odds, to change his destiny. He wants to leave a positive imprint, not only for his country, Iran, but for the whole world.
Will he succeed? There is no guarantee.
This book, I believe, could be adapted into a good movie.
Book excerpt
When a child, I lived with my parents, who were poor simple farmers, and two younger sisters by the names of Ronak, meaning the illuminated, seven years old with blue eyes and long brown hair; and Shanar, meaning pomegranate flower, the younger one, who was five years and had green eyes and golden hair. Ronak was like a mother to her younger sister, and tried to share all she had with her and look after her when her mother was not able to do so. She was self-conscious about maintaining an air of authority over her younger sister. She had learned the art of dominating a scene not only by sheer intensity, but also because of necessity.
I had a mind of my own, and I questioned everything, including the irrational behavior of my father. When he couldn’t accept my way of thinking and gave me a beating, instead of crying, I would leave the house and not come back home until late in the evening. I ran as fast I could to the waterfalls, my favorite place, and would cool my frustration and anger at my father by writing in my journal:
I felt that unmistakable, gut-wrenching rush of dread and anguish, a mix of emotions that doesn’t really have a name, but then I would rationalize that my father had a bad day today. He was tired of all the hard work, knowing that he could not provide adequately for his family. So I, Hiwa Ramyar, forgive his outbursts and ask God to give him patience and health.
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