Unimagined: A Muslim Boy Meets the West
10 journalers for this copy...
Bought 18 Aug 2007 read Dec 2007
A memoir of growing up Pakistani Muslim in London in the 1970s and 80s, this had echoes of both Andrew Collins' "Where Did It All Go Right" etc and Adrian Mole (there's a quote from Sue Townsend on the front). Like the former, and unlike the latter, it's non-fiction, so the hand that shaped it had to work with real events, and sometimes these seemed a little random and unfocussed. However, it was both entertaining, and a useful description of the mullings of a young man getting accustomed to his own religion (so much is taken for granted that he only learns he doesn't eat pork for religious reasons when round at a white classmate's house) and the conflict between Islam and Christianity.
Written in a deadpan style, this seems sometimes to undermine slightly the importance of these latter sentiments and musings - it was only on reflection after finishing it that I realised what a useful insight into the mind of a moderate Muslim this was. There is an emphasis on respect, of oneself and others, and moderation, an explanation of where some of the more hardline Islamist ideas come from, and a reassurance maybe for those who haven't had access to this kind of viewpoint in their immediate circle.
I'd like to see an update, and am pleased to see that the author has put a lot of effort into meeting readers and promoting his book himself (see www.unimagined.co.uk )
I will be offering this book on a BookRay, hopefully to go to the US as well as other parts of the world.
It's a small light hardback so will be robust enough to survive its journey but light enough so it doesn't cost too much to send!
This book is going on its travels! Please go by the basic rules or let me know if you have a delay or difficulty...
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Scotsbookie UK (anywhere)
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Bookray so Bug2004 please pass it along around the US!
CONTROLLED RELEASE NOTES:
Posting to Scotsbookie today.
I'll get this on its way to Gingergeoff asap.
CONTROLLED RELEASE NOTES:
It came just in time and I started it straight away - already half way through!
In my opinion, the abuse he suffered at school from the other children would have happened regardless of his colour. I personnally did not enjoy my school days because of the name-calling and physical abuse suffered due to my hair colour and the way I walk. Kids are cruel. That having been said, adults have a choice and it is sad that it has taken so long for things to change.
The latter half of the book was good, I could identify with the battle between having to study and wishing not to. Also the way Imran 'got lucky' in his mock exams compared with the real thing really hit home!
I look forward to the Unconvention to hear Imran speak about this book in greater depth perhaps.
WILD RELEASE NOTES:
Sent to PeaMartian as she is next on the list.
I agree with Lyzzybee that I would like to see an update in the future...
I have PM'd the next person on the list and will post the book on when I have an address...
Thanks to LyzzyBee for the opportunity to read this book. It has flown to Iojima today.
My only regret: I just found out that this book hadn't been translated into French. It's a shame as I'd already thought of a few people I wanted to offer this book to!
Thanks again for sharing this great read Lyzzybee! This is definitely one of the best books I've read in 2009:o)
Book sent to rapturina today, enjoy!
Sent on to okyrhoe this morning.
Woohoo - the book is signed by the author!
I liked the organization of the memoir, titled by theme, and then the age & dates at the bottom of each page as a quick reference.
Some remarks --->
1. The young boy interprets the aggressive racist behavior as inevitable even though it greaty angers him personally. It's true that kids can be bullied and harrassed at school, regardless of their background, and part of growing up is learning to deal with it. The young Imran though witnesses his own mother at the edge of a nervous breakdown because of similar behaviour by the adult segment of society, and that’s what is/was the root of the problem.
The facts about his mother are but briefly mentioned; I wanted to know more, especially whether Imran’s parents do eventually come to feel 'at home' after all these years in Britain.
2. I thought it was very poignant that the narrator's only reference for learning to be a adult male is via larger-than-life t.v. & film characters. It's funny to see how his infatuation with his English teacher never evolves; it is merely transposed onto another female (his fellow college student). And the exasperation at the girl choosing an 'immature' boyfriend rather than a proper guy is right on the mark!
I spent some time thinking about this. It’s obvious to the reader that appropriate role models are lacking within the Pakistani familial & social environment, making it difficult for Imran to learn how to socialize 'normally' with the other sex. Or maybe it was simply that he was the eldest, and lacked an older brother that he could mimic and/or be advised by. Or even worse, that no socializing is meant to take place btwn young people of the opposite sex before marriage.
It also seems as if within Pakistani culture the concept of 'teenage years' is absent; one apparently goes straight from childhood into adulthood, and there is no period where goofing off & experimenting with one's roles & identity is taken for granted.
3. The theological debate: I found it all rather funny, mainly because of its futility.
FYI, I grew up in an exact reverse situation: as a European child & teen living in several Middle Eastern countries, so that many memories of my own that parallel the author's.
I remember at age 4 or thereabouts, in Damascus, coming home one day after playing with the neighborhood kids, eager to show my mother I'd learned something important. I took two bath towels, laid one down, covered my head with the other, knelt and lowered my head to the ground, and like Imran, mumbled gibberish Arabic prayers. My mother had a fit, but I so much wanted to do the proper thing!
Fortunately my father raised us agnostic, and I was spared the internal turmoil of trying to figure out the whys and wherefores of religious faith vis a vis credibility (or, as Imran calls it, 'being scientific').
Despite my personal lack of interest in the subject, the matter of religious background remained a barrier, especially during my university years in Beirut. The student population was a diverse one; however the underlying understanding was such that men & women of different faiths stuck to their own kind.
Of course, being in a minority, it was only natural that I'd be attracted to the 'other' kind, for both practical and personal reasons... being a non-believer was more often than not a worse thing to be than a person of a different faith.
4. The Jimmy Swaggart story: It reminded me of a particular incident from my years in Lebanon.
The country, even during the difficult years of the civil war (caused by sectarian strife, no less), was the field of operations for missionary expeditions from various Christian denominations originating in the United States and in Europe, hoping to covert the 'locals' (whether these 'locals' were already Christian didn't matter one bit!).
Several educational institutions in the country were founded by missionaries, and a number of the teachers & professors at these schools doubled as ministers. During one particularly difficult period during the civil war, the evacuation of all US nationals was mandated. The personal belongings left behind by the departing families were given to charity, and I was assisting one of the charities to sort out the goods. Amongst the many items I recognized some belonging to an American family I knew personally. The father was one of the missionary-teachers. Amongst the minister's books left behind, besides the theological and religious texts, we found a sizable collection of erotica. Fortunately it wasn't porn, but the fiction books, as I found out later, turned out to be a very eclectic vintage collection and must have cost a fortune. [What did we do with the smut? We tore up each individual book, something that I regret to this day ;-o ]
On its way to Bug2004.