Journal on A Thousand Splendid Suns

Journal on A Thousand Splendid Suns


I was curious to find out what would happen to Laila after her tragic accident. After reading what has happened I’m not happy to say the least. I was hoping everything would be okay, but it seems things are far from being good.
It wasn’t a surprise that her parents passed away due to the explosion. Although it was shocking that Tariq died. It seems just like Mariam, Laila is going through the worst at such a young age. Laila thinks of Tariq’s death as a punishment for showing little sorrow towards her brothers’ deaths. Like Mariam with Nana’s death, Laila feels tremendous guilt when Abdul Sharif shares the unfortunate news.
Her choice to accept Rasheed’s marriage proposal is displeasing. Rasheed is a disgusting character to me. He’s full of unfavorable qualities and a sad excuse for a man. “Haven’t you noticed all the widows sleeping on the streets? They would kill for this chance In fact, this is… Well, I’d say this is downright charitable of me.” (193) Rasheed says this to Mariam when he discusses either making Laila his wife or her leaving. He claims if she stayed there without being married to him it would make both him and Mariam look bad.
Rasheed is a selfish and twisted character, with an unpleasant appearance given by just words. Another example of Rasheed’s jaw dropping character is when Laila gives birth to a baby girl. Prior to the anticipation of the birth Rasheed caters to Laila and thinks the world of her. He refers to Laila as the malika of his palace. He even claims that Mariam play as a servant to Laila. Once the baby arrives Rasheed is nothing but a jerk. It’s clear he was expecting a boy. Little does he know the baby truly isn’t his, it’s Tariq’s daughter.
When Mariam, Laila, and Aziza decide to escape Rasheed I’m beyond happy. I think Laila’s doing of taking money from Rasheed’s wallet is great. She and Mariam deserve every cent for dealing with his abusive ways. Although I wanted them to escape without issues I knew it was too...

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