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That Cunning Mask by Gabby Ozems Excerpt

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CHAPTER I

 

They raised me who thieved me from a battlefield, so I know no family and have chanced upon naught in the hunt for my roots. I grew up in the jungles of Isiko, in the land of deadly warriors, but being a son of their enemy they taught me no skill to tend or mend.

Darabi’s Dija, that cemetery of woods, where a healer died of fever, where the widow’s tear was for her husband’s rival, there I met my foremost calling in life. Wood hated me, I knew, and I hated wood, but here I was, the disciple of a lumberjack, so I smiled upon wood.

On the day I was expelled, wood had its muscles tightened against the blades of my trade, blunting them as I hacked into its lanky nape. I conquered, but the kill that fell before the buyer, as I was told, was as hideous as a pauper’s purse, so Darabi dragged me to conference and dismissed me with no less than: ‘Loafer, loafer without patrimony, go to Maaya; go to the witch, for only such a one can dismember you from doom.’

Hunger then put me in the cult of a charlatan who was a herbalist who traded impotent concoctions. Our market was shingles, boils, barrenness and all manner of diseases that the sons of women grumbled of.

On the morning of our confinement, we had washed a foetus off the innards of its parent till they both became corpses. I swore innocence but my liberty came by Darabi, who was representative of me, for he argued: ‘This loafer hasn’t a knowledge of herbs, nor has he the eye of a diviner. His hands are not skilled. His brain hasn’t a discretion; he wanders into all servitude, profitable or vain.’

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Fall for the Book Festival 21-26 Sept 2009

George Mason University, Barnes & Noble, NOVEC, and the Fairfax County Public Library, present the
11th Annual Fall for the Book Festival.



As Fall for the Book begins its second decade, we’re once more hosting events at bookstores, restaurants, retail shops, and schools at all levels of the educational spectrum — middle school, high
school, community college, major university — throughout Northern Virginia, D.C., and Maryland.
In all, we’ll have more programs in more venues and collaboration with more businesses and
organizations than ever before in our history,allowing us to:

• Advance children’s education
• Make literature fun
• Connect readers and authors
• Build community
• Encourage cultural diversity

 

A faith for all ages

An acquaintance of mine recently converted to Islam. I have no idea how or why, and I’m not intimate enough with this person to ask. I know that she recently lost someone very close to her, and that it made her sink into herself, shut our regular circle out, and probably question a lot of her deepest beliefs. I think it renewed her search for something she has never quite been able to find. I also believe that the person she lost was Muslim.

I feel that perhaps watching how the family coped with the loss may have helped her reach her decision. There is a certain peace that comes from sincere religion, and perhaps seeing such peace in a world where many religions, and especially Christianity, is largely empty shallow lip-service, may have made her realise what her own desires are.

I live in a town that is largely Muslim. I am curious about this religion, intrigued even, but I know very little about it. I know that a lot of its statutes have been misused and abused, and that in their genuine form, they are good and true. For example, I vaguely know that Koranic law is very specific about wives inheriting their husband’s property, and that when used justly, that inheritance law protects women.

I know that in its truest form, the buibui and hijab are intended to revere a woman’s modesty, and that keeping women separate in religious and social contexts is meant to protect her. I also know that misuse of this same separation has led to segregating women, limiting their experience and bringing unnecessary suspicion on them by the outside world. But I have always admired the idea behind it, the concept that the whole world sees black amorphous shrouded eyes, while in the sanctity of the bedroom, only her man can see how gorgeous she truly is. I think that’s beautiful.

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2010 Commonwealth Writers' Prize open for entry

See Press Release Below:
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The 2010 Commonwealth Writers' Prize, the global prize for fiction for both established and new writers, has opened for entry. The two categories, for Best Book, worth £10,000 to the overall winner, and Best First Book, worth £5,000 to the overall winner, are open to published writers from across the 53 countries of the Commonwealth.
The Prize, now in its 24th year, celebrates cutting-edge fiction across four regions of the Commonwealth: Africa; Canada and Caribbean; South Asia and Europe and South East Asia and Pacific. Last year more than 350 entries were received with the regional winners emerging from Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Nigeria, Pakistan, South Africa and the UK.
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