Bapsi Sidhwa

The Pakistani Bride

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A Pakistani teenager is trapped by tradition in this tale by “Pakistan’s finest English-language novelist” (New York Times).
Wild, austere, and magnificently beautiful, the territories of northern Pakistan are a forbidding place, particularly for women. Traveling alone from the isolated mountain village where he was born, Qasim, a tribal man, takes Zaitoon, an orphaned girl, for his daughter and brings her to the glittering city of Lahore. Amid the pungent bazaars and crowded streets, he makes his fortune and a home for the two of them.
Yet as the years pass, Qasim grows nostalgic for his life in the mountains, and fifteen-year-old Zaitoon envisions a romantic landscape, filled with tall men who roam the mountains like gods. Impulsively, Qasim promises Zaitoon in marriage to a man of his tribe. But once she arrives in the mountains, the ancient customs of unquestioning obedience and backbreaking work make accepting her fate as the bride of an inscrutable husband impossible. Unfortunately, the only escape is one from which there is no return.
Prescient and provocative in its assessment of the plight of women in a tribal society in Pakistan, the first of Bapsi Sidhwa’s novels is a story of marriage and commitment, of the conflict between adherence to tradition and indomitable force of a woman’s spirit.
Praise for The Pakistani Bride
“At a breathless pace [Sidhwa] weaves her exotic cliffhanger from passion, power, lust, sensuality, cruelty and murder.” —Financial Times (UK)
“Bapsi Sidhwa is a powerful and dramatic novelist who knows how to flesh out a story.” —London Times (UK)
“Sidhwa writes with the same vivacity that made the author’s first novel, The Crow Eaters so memorable.” —Telegraph (UK)
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256 printed pages
Original publication
2012
Publication year
2012
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  • محمدhas quoted20 days ago
    Sorely wishing to establish some sort of an identity before the buffeting superiority of the strangers, he said, “I live next to Nikka Pehelwan. We are like brothers.” He raised two stiff fingers to illustrate the closeness of their relationship. Pride surged through him and he sat up straighter. He would have given much for Nikka’s reassuring presence now. The deep social chasm between them would have been bridged by the fearless set of Nikka’s strong neck, his reckless smile, and his witty bravado.
  • محمدhas quoted20 days ago
    “Ah, yes,” the Major said, “the lost tribe of Israel! Cyrus and Darais! But what about Taimur the Lame? and Changez Khan? and Kublai Khan? and Subuktagen and the other Mongols who swarmed through these mountains to India?”
  • محمدhas quoted20 days ago
    “Chinaman!” he protested. Removing the turban from his shaved head, he thrust his bearded face forward.
    “Look at this,” he said, tapping his nose that dipped, hooked, and sprang out between his flat cheeks and slanting eyes. “Is this a Chinaman’s nose? No! It leaps forth as a banner of my race! A legacy from Persian ancestors who came through those hills with Cyrus and Darais . . . or from the Yahudis even . . . some say the lost tribe of Israel settled here . . . or . . .”

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