Imagery comes to life on the page. The storytelling is gripping from the first carefully crafted sentence. The narration is a perfect dramatisation of this harrowing journalistic account; it exposes all the damage uneducated religious extremism can cause, and rightly doesn’t blame a single culprit, but justly accuses all closed-minded extremists guilty of all kinds of comparable inhumane aggressive behaviour. In both East and West, India and America.

Meena’s story rips your heart out.

Then, Smita’s gut-turning truth comes to light. 

And we are appalled at how mob mentality and such gross injustice continues in our world, even in this modern day and age.

We thank a generous and loving God for the presence of people like Mohan and Abdul who continue to love determinedly in the face of the world’s boiling hatred. 

This novel is a graciously written cry for justice—begging us to see and notice the crimes acted out against women everywhere, crimes the world is shielded from by twisted politics, distracted from by narcissistic capitalist venture and blindfolded by the acquisition of comforts, too busy to care. It is a testimony set before systems and governments, a declaration that hopes to put a stop to the continued aggression and abuse.

And yet, it carries on… 

But don’t waste time reading my comments. Go read this book for yourself. And then do something…

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…and then give this stellar testimonial novel to someone else who needs to hear about it.