‘Perhaps if I had done all those things, I would never have been attacked with acid.’
Tania Singh has provided a history for the public of both a horrible deed as related by the victim and a paean to the courage and strength of the victim of a dastardly crime.
This is the story of Reshma Qureshi who suffered an acid attack and lived to not only share the crime but to become a spokesperson for others who undergo mutilated victims of crime. Reshma relates her history form her family and her birth through the incident that initiate this book. It is a finely tuned description of life in Mumbai and India in general – of the disparities of treatment and rights of women are shared.
The immediacy of the attack is written as follows: ‘The panic, uncertainty and shock had made me lose precious moments. Jamaluddin’s nephew and cousin grabbed me from behind, tugging at my hair through my niqab and pulled me to the ground. The men were heavy and I attempted to fight them off, attempted to claw them with my hands but my strength were at most, a feeble shadow against that of those monsters. I was, after all, only 17. At first, I opened my mouth and took in a few gasps of breath, attempting to scream but was unable to produce a sound. I believe that was my body’s way of telling me that I needed to save all my strength for the screams that would soon traumatize me for endless nights. The men got on top of me, as Jamaluddin’s cousin grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head, restraining me from fighting. Without even removing my niqab, Jamaluddin’s cousin emptied the contents of a flask he had been carrying with him all over my face. I remember wondering why they would throw warm water on my face, but that thought only lasted for a heavenly second. I wish that the embarrassment of being treated like an animal, pushed to the ground, straddled like a caged animal and having an offensive liquid thrown on my face was all I had to deal with. But within three seconds, I heard a strange, terrified, unnatural and desperate person screaming from a distance. I was on fire, and the haunting screams were erupting from my being. Even if I practiced hard, I could never again scream the way I did that day. Even the devil would cover his ears if he had had the chance to hear me. I later wondered if I should have slept in for five more minutes, worn my new burka, stayed back with my mother, turned around for my cell phone, stopped and bought the shoes or bargained for an apple. Perhaps if I had done all those things, I would never have been attacked with acid. They never even removed my niqab to look at my face.’
For an overview of the book’s tone, the synopsis helps us understand – ‘On 19 May 2014, as seventeen-year-old Reshma Qureshi left home for the examination centre, everything happened in a flash. The men rushed towards her. Grabbed her. Tugged at her hair. Poured acid on her face. Soon she started to burn like a living corpse. The acid ate through her skin and aimed for her bones, but it could not quell the fire in her heart. Rising from tragedy and suffering, Reshma soon made global headlines by becoming the first acid-attack survivor to walk the runway at the New York Fashion Week. Now an international anti-acid-sale activist, vlogger, model, and the face of Make Love Not Scars, Reshma works tirelessly towards empowering other acid-attack survivors like herself and has become a beacon of hope for millions. Inspiring and life-affirming, BEING RESHMA is the extraordinary story of this young girl from the slums of Mumbai, who overcame insurmountable odds in an unjust world and dared to change it.’
One comes away from this book educated and ready to join Reshma’s mission. This book will live in your mind.