
Sharon and My Mother in Law
I should write a few lines about my interaction with Suad Amiry, and what it taught me about Palestine and India. Suad was here at the end of last month on the final leg of her India tour, supported by Women Unlimited, who are publishing Menopausal Palestine in India. Suad was extremely charming and wowed audiences, and it was a pleasure to be on a panel with her at Weavers’ Studio, and later to host her at JU.
Suad is half Jordanian, has taught architecture at Birzeit University and now runs her own research centre, and speaks fluent English. She therefore occupies a rare position of privilege in Ramallah’s impoverished and isolated society. Her first book, Sharon and My Mother-in-Law, is a poignantly funny and ironic account of the 42-day curfew inmposed in Ramallah in 2001. Her mother-in-law was then living right next to Arafat’s headquarters, and Suad had to rush to her in a rare two-hour respite from curfew and bring her to live with them. Thuis began two occupations, she says: Sharon’s outside the house, and her mother-in-law’s within. There are more such funny/bitter incidents, as when her puppy gets a Jerusalem passport but she does not (she breezes through the Israeli checkpoint claiming to be the puppy’s driver), when she stares at a soldier and nearly gets herself arrested, when she suspects a gift from a dodgy friend is bugged, and more. Her style is sharp, witty and astringent, rather like turbo Gerald Durrell with political overtones.
Sharon and My Motehr-in-Law was born out of emails that Suad sent to friends while cooped up at home with her insufferable mother-in-law and the fear of Israeli bombs, where she described their predicament as a means of relief from the horror of it. This gives the anecdotes a charming liveliness and immediacy. This is clearly laughing to keep from crying, with the edge of tragedy always trailing at the edge of the scene. She says at one point that one either has to step outside of the situation and see it as an absurdist play, or one goes slowly mad from the weight of irrationality and prejudice, hatred and harrassment, that is the legacy of every Palestinian.

Menopausal Palestine
The second book, which is published in India by Women Unlimited, is a more serious and self-conscious work. It is the stories of eight of Suad’s women friends, all of whose lives have been touched and sometimes twisted by the conflict in Palestine. This book has a testamentary feel to it: it lacks the explosive wit of the first. The introductory chapter is witty and sharp as before, but the shield of irony that keeps Suad from sentimentalising her own story is absent here. It is hard not to be affected by what has happened to these women.
With characteristic polemic she claims that Palestine, an aging, forgetful, angry, heated, isolated and scatty state, is menopausal, and its predicament is as unmentionable as menopause is. As an illustration of how true this is, her book was reviewed in the inside (ie women’s) pages of national dailies, since the word ‘menopause’ could not appear on the front page. This is regardless fo the fact that the book isn’t really about menopause at all. It is about frustration and disempowerment.
There are resonances also with the predicaments of women affected by conflict here in India, although our disputes are less overt and less clearly delineated than Palestine’s. Think for example of Taslima Nasreen’s continued persecution, such that just the other day two people were killed in protests in Shimoga over something she had written. No other writer in India is kept under such scrutiny or reacted to with such violence. M.F. Husain has become a citizen of Qatar because India is as yet incapable of taking him back and of assuring his safety if he returned. Shah Rukh Khan is ignoring the memory of Rizwanur Rahman. The strike in Pune on the German Bakery was apparently targeted at Chabad House, a Jewish Centre nearby. Are we any different from Palestine? In fact the ordinary Jewish and Muslim people of the Levant appear on better terms with each other than we are with our fellow Indian citizens.
March 6th, 2010 | Tags: M.F. Husain, Palestine, Politics, Suad Amiry, Taslima Nasreen | Category: Books, Politics, Reviews, Taslima Nasrin | Leave a comment