A review of my book

Many of you know about my nephew Masood, who lives in Colorado, and who recently had a major open heart surgery. His wife Judith is an amazing lady, who has managed to get into my soul through her love for my nephew. I just received this “review” about my book Gulistan, A Home of Flowers. Thought I would share it with my readers here. I am dumbfounded and overwhelmed.

I have posted on your Facebook page. I hope that is alright. People need to read this book!

Here is what I wrote and will be posting on Amazon too:

I sat down quietly last night after dinner to read. Having just finished a book the previous evening, I decided I wanted to read our beloved Alabeti’s latest work. Alabeti, as my husband Masood and I call her, is our beautiful. loving and talented aunt Zakiah. From the very first page, I was captivated, and could not turn the pages fast enough. This brilliant work of prose and short stories transported me on a journey to another land and another time. It is a raw, leave everything on the pages, moving, heart and soul baring piece of magic that not only made me feel immediately and immensely closer to the author, but gave me a glimpse into her world. The laughter, the joy, the pain, the sacrifices, the love, the caring, the teaching, the humour, all laid bare on these pages. I read the entire book last night, unable to set it down. As I turned the final page, I came away with a closer understanding of who Alabeti is as a person, mother, wife, friend and healer, and who she was as a young girl. I laughed and cried, I cried and laughed. It has been a long time since I have been so gripped and emotionally and spiritually moved by reading a book. It is a courageous and inspiring piece of work. Oh, but could I have grown up with Alabeti in that beautiful house called Gulistan, A Home of Flowers. I can taste the mangoes, also my favorite fruit! A must read……With love, Alabeti, Judith Sayeed.

AND,

Since it is April and is supposed to be the month of Poetry, here is a small offering from me.

“Where from is this fire
Which I cannot extinguish.
I hear a hundred laments
In each moment of anguish.
My decomposed songs,
Weeping like willow with restlessness
Welcome the unshed tears.”

Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.