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The story told in Sara Naveed’sOur Story Ends Here‘  goes like this. Mehar is graduating from college. She and her friends plan to take a final carefree trip, to the beautiful Swat valley, before they enter the next phase of their lives. Mehar is going to get married soon. Sarmad is a terrorist. He has been an orphan since a young age and he has been brought up by a man who believes in violence to get things done. Sarmad leaves on a mission with some of his fellow terrorists. Mehar’s bus has an accident and she is thrown out of the bus. Sarmad who is there on the scene interrupts his mission and saves her. And their very different worlds collide. As luck would have it, they have to spend the next few days together at a kind stranger’s home while Mehar recuperates. And something happens there – something beautiful and their hearts are drawn towards each other.

What happens between Mehar and Sarmad? Do they reveal their true feelings towards each other? What happens to Sarmad’s mission? Is any real relationship possible between Mehar and Sarmad because of their very different backgrounds? You have to read the book to find out.

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I loved ‘Our Story Ends Here‘. It is a beautiful love story. The way Mehar and Sarmad develop feelings for each other is depicted very delicately and beautifully. The book also depicts Pakistani culture wonderfully – the relationship between parents and children, the food, the clothes, the music, the beautiful weddings, the beauty of nature – I loved that aspect of the book. There were many places where the Urdu version of the English sentence tried leaping out of the page – for example, ‘There’s noor on your face‘ and ‘There were old memories attached to her presence.’ My favourite one was this :

She : I’ve not found love in you. I’ve found life in you.
He : And I have found my heaven in you.

I tried imagining how it would sound in Urdu and it was incredibly beautiful.

The story has some interesting revelations towards the end followed by a huge surprise, which I didn’t see coming. And the ending – I can’t tell you about any of these things. I can’t even tell you whether they are happy or sad. You should read and find out yourself.

I loved ‘Our Story Ends Here.’ If you are a romantic like me and like reading love stories, you will love this. I can’t wait to find out what Sara Naveed comes up with next.

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I discovered Shusaku Endo’sSilence‘ through Bellezza’s review of it. I have wanted to read it since and I am glad I finally got around to it.

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Silence‘ tells the story of Father Sebastian Rodrigues, a Portuguese Jesuit priest who travels to Japan to carry missionary work, during the middle of the 17th century. The situation in Japan is dangerous and is not conducive to missionaries. Father Ferreira, who was Father Sebastian’s teacher, (it is customary to use the second name with the title ‘Father’ and so it should be ‘Father Rodrigues’ here, but I like ‘Father Sebastian’ more and so that is how I am going to call him) had been there for years, but recent reports suggested that he has been arrested, tortured and forced to apostatize – deny his faith in Jesus and his Church. Father Sebastian knows the dangers awaiting him but still makes the trip alongwith two fellow priests. Once they reach Japan, they are hidden in a village near a mountain, have to meet Christians and conduct services in secret and hide when government officials who are hunting for missionaries and Christians turn up. The story describes the perils and challenges they face, how their faith is questioned and tested and whether they are able to overcome these challenges and pass these tests or not.

Silence‘ is a book about faith. There are beautiful passages in it on the nature of faith, its beauty and profound depth, the ways it can be tested, the real troubling questions that believers can face during challenging times. I loved these passages. It was fascinating to follow Father Sebastian’s journey of faith into an alien land, the Japan of the middle 17th century. The book has fascinating descriptions of the Japan of the middle 17th century – the everyday life, the culture, the power structure. It is fascinating to ponder on how a predominantly Buddhist country can also have a feudal system which differentiates clearly between the haves and have-nots and crushes people at the bottom of the social pyramid – something which is at stark variance with the beautiful, peaceful image that Buddhism has today. The book also descibes how a religion has to change shape and evolve in interesting ways to adapt to a new culture and take into its fold new believers. I was hoping that the story would end in a blaze of glory like a Hollywood movie – either that Father Sebastian would convince the hostile Japanese about the glory of Jesus or he will be tortured and die, leaving the world gloriously like a martyr. But, the book had a third ending, (Martin Scorsese says in his introduction to the book – “his Japanese captors have a keener sense of understanding of Christianity than he realizes“), one which I didn’t anticipate, a subtle ending which makes one think and contemplate.

Silence‘ is interesting and fascinating for so many different reasons. One of them is that it is written by Shusaku Endo, who is Japanese, but the story is told from the point of view of Father Sebastian, who is Portuguese. Endo was an outsider in his own country when he wrote this book – he was a Christian in a predominantly Buddhist country. That probably must have helped when he wrote this book from an outsider’s point of view. I have to say that he has carried it off brilliantly and the point of view is convincing. The book has a wonderful introduction by Martin Scorsese. There is this beautiful passage in the introduction –

“…on the face of it, believing and questioning are antithetical. Yet I believe that they go hand in hand. One nourishes the other. Questioning may lead to great loneliness, but if it coexists with faith – true faith, abiding faith – it can end in the most joyful sense of communion. It’s this painful, paradoxical passage – from certainty to doubt to loneliness to communion – that Endo understands so well, and renders so clearly, carefully and beautifully in ‘Silence‘.”

If Marty hadn’t got into movies, he would have made a great writer 🙂 It is amazing how a great artist’s talent manifests itself in many different ways.

Martin Scorsese adapted Endo’s book into a movie. It got rave reviews from critics. It got included in AFI’s (American Film Institute) ten best films of the year. But it was ignored during Oscar time and it bombed in the box office. It is sad. This fan will however be watching it. I know that it will be great – Marty’s adaptations always are.

I have to say one last thing. I read Mary Doria Russell’sThe Sparrow‘ a couple of years back. It had the exact same story. A Jesuit priest goes to a hostile country to preach and do missionary work. And has a crisis of faith there and wonders why God has forsaken him. There are, of course, differences. In Russell’s book that character is called Father Emilio Sandoz. And he doesn’t go to Japan, but to outer space, to another planet 🙂 And there is a fascinating character in the book, a scientist called Anne Edwards, who the author says was modelled after herself, a character I loved. In her interview at the back of the book, Russell doesn’t mention Endo’s book. She says she wanted to write about what happened when two civilizations collided together for the first time in today’s world. I don’t know whether Russell read Endo’s book, got inspired and adapted it with a futuristic plot, with the soul of the original story intact. I think that is what she did. But I don’t know for sure. I might also just be imagining things. If you do get to read both the books, I would love to hear your thoughts.

I will leave you with one of my favourite passages from the book.

Yet his perplexity did not come from the event that had happened so suddenly. What he could not understand was the stillness of the courtyard, the voice of the cicadas, the whirling wings of the flies. A man had died. Yet the outside world went on as if nothing had happened. Could anything be more crazy? Was this martyrdom? Why are you silent? Here this one-eyed man had died – and for you. You ought to know. Why does this stillness continue? This noon-day stillness. The sound of the flies – this crazy thing, this cruel business. And you avert your face as though indifferent. This…this I cannot bear.

Have you read Shusaku Endo’sSilence‘? What do you think about it?

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