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A review by sean_mann
Iqbal by Francesco D'Adamo
5.0
Full review and commentary here - https://bathruminations.substack.com/p/cobalt-red-and-iqbal
Ultimately a hopeful book, I think the narrative choice of writing from the perspective of a child brings moral clarity to the entire book. I must constantly remind myself to view the world in the clear-eyed way children do as they point out clear injustices and take immediate action to right wrongs. When we muddy the water and give ourselves reasons for inaction these are justifications to keep us from feeling guilt, a necessary feeling.
****Spoiler below:
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"Iqbal Masih was murdered on Easter Sunday in 1995 in Muritke, a village some thirty kilometers from Lahore, Pakistan. He was about thirteen.
His murderers have never been discovered.
'He was killed by the Carpet Mafia,' Eshan Khan declared.
Iqbal's name has become the symbol of the battle to liberate millions of children throughout the world from violence and slavery."
"The one afternoon two weeks ago, there was a knock on the garden door. It was a boy, dirty and with bruises from chains around his ankles. He told us he had been working in a carpet factory, that he had run away and come to us so that we would help arrest his master and free the other children.
And then, do you know what he said?
'I'm not afraid.'
I looked at him carefully, Fatima. It was Iqbal. I swear, he was identical! The same voice, the same eyes.
Three days later another boy appeared. And then at the market a boy rebelled against his master, one of the richest merchants.
They were Iqbal too."
Ultimately a hopeful book, I think the narrative choice of writing from the perspective of a child brings moral clarity to the entire book. I must constantly remind myself to view the world in the clear-eyed way children do as they point out clear injustices and take immediate action to right wrongs. When we muddy the water and give ourselves reasons for inaction these are justifications to keep us from feeling guilt, a necessary feeling.
****Spoiler below:
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"Iqbal Masih was murdered on Easter Sunday in 1995 in Muritke, a village some thirty kilometers from Lahore, Pakistan. He was about thirteen.
His murderers have never been discovered.
'He was killed by the Carpet Mafia,' Eshan Khan declared.
Iqbal's name has become the symbol of the battle to liberate millions of children throughout the world from violence and slavery."
"The one afternoon two weeks ago, there was a knock on the garden door. It was a boy, dirty and with bruises from chains around his ankles. He told us he had been working in a carpet factory, that he had run away and come to us so that we would help arrest his master and free the other children.
And then, do you know what he said?
'I'm not afraid.'
I looked at him carefully, Fatima. It was Iqbal. I swear, he was identical! The same voice, the same eyes.
Three days later another boy appeared. And then at the market a boy rebelled against his master, one of the richest merchants.
They were Iqbal too."