Book Review: TGWaCP

The title of the book was too long so I made it short for the purpose of the title of this post...

Currently: sipping tea and listening to Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy from the 'Nutcracker'. I heart orchestra!

Ok. On to the book review.



TGWaCP is short for The Girl With a Cardboard Port.
It's a story based on a real story of an Australian woman and her trials.
Her story revolves around 3 countries: Australia, Singapore and Tanah Malaya (before Malaysia was formed and after).
She describes her life starting from when she was but a teenager living with her mum and siblings after her fathers death. She describes her feelings for her dad as a love-hate relationship: loving him because he was her dad and hating him for how he treats her.


After her fathers death she moves in with her auntie and since her mother is poor, she was to give up her dreams for a scholarship and work. In times of trouble she recieves help from a Jewish family and falls in love with the son of that family.


One day she decided to purchase a rosary for her dead dad in hopes that she is forgiven of her sin: 'She had wished that her father would just die and he did.'
When she reached the cemetary, one minute she was standing over her fathers grave and the next she is bawling on his grave. When she returned home, she refused to work and seeing this as an act of disobedience her auntie sends her to a 'Christian boarding school' which later she found out turns to be a school for wayward girls. In the school she was beaten and verbally abused by the 'sisters'. She described her stay there as a prison and slowly she feels that she is losing herself. This is shown when she is constantly called 'Number 5' by the sisters and her constant reminder that she has a name and family.

When her mum came over for a visit, she no longer could stand being in the 'prison' and begged her mum to take her out. She was thrown into a cell for her disobedience. Just when she thought that was the end, she was rescued by her Jewish boyfriend and her mother. Sadly, right after that episode, her boyfriend was sent back to Israel.


Once again she lives with her aunt, uncle and her family. Suddenly a past lover of her mother comes and ruins what little peace she has in her life. The man, Ken, verbally abuses her and her mother. Unfortunately, her mother needed to marry the man in order to support the family. At one point the heroine of the story came back and discovered that the man tried to drown her mother in the bath tub. After rescuing her mother, she had to flee from her house in fear that the man will send her to prison for trying to murder him to save her mum. So she flees and stays with her co-worker (a prostitute).


Her friend suggest that they runaway and they followed some trailer guys. Here the heroine was tricked by her friend and she lost her virginity in order to pay for the transport, accomodation and food. However, after that episode, her friend no longer told her to service any customers.


At one point, she decided to marry a chinese man in hopes for better life, but things only got worse. He does not care for her at all and sends her off to Singapore. In the foreign land, she felt so lost. Cultural differences made it even more difficult for her to adapt. She is not respected nor loved by her new family and thus lives in constant loneliness. She then saved an indian girl and the girl starts to work for her.


When her husband found a mistress, he then sends her to a kampong somewhere in Tanah Malaya. Where he rarely visits and only calls for her for formal gatherings. In once such gathering, she publicly humiliated him by accepting to dance with an indian man (who in those days are deemed lower class compared to her husband). Racial discrimination were abundant. Not only between Englishmen and the natives of Malaya but also between the Chinese, Indians and other natives. In my opinion, it made the whole world feel filthy and horrible. Men go around raping women of lower station and prostitution were abundant.


In the kampong, she was attacked by a terrorist group and to save her children she sacrificed money, food, medicine and also her body. In her despair, she decided to go into prostitution to support her life and that of her childrens. She also unexpectedly fell in love with one of the terrorist. She even mentions that she would have runaway with him if he did not mention her children.


When her husband came and took her from the kampong, he brought her back to Singapore. She was so tired of everything, she just wanted to go back home to Australia and she even begged help from her sister-in-law to reclaim her passport from her husband. Unfortunately she was tricked by the entire family. Her husband tried to use her to pay off his debts.


In that moment of madness and despair she received her passport from her sister-in-law and was told to leave but her children cannot go with her.
She left for Australia but did not feel the happiness that she thought she would have. How could she when she just lost her kids?
When she reached australia she thought "I've reached home, but at what cost"
Even years after, when her daughter came to question her abandonment, she could not. How could she tell her child that she was raped, used by their father, attacked by terrorist and falling in love with one of them?
Her son refused to forgive her and since she did answer her daughters questions, she too couldn't forgive their mother.


After reading this novel, I closed it with a heavy heart. I've never before manage to grasp the realities of the past and somehow, after reading this tale I feel that I'm SO very glad I wasn't born during that time. I didn't like how there was constant worry in the air, how poverty in those days were so much more horrible than what it is now. How did people live in those situations? When I think about my brothers and sisters of faith in Gaza and Palestine I feel their pain. How could they bare it? How could anyone make them bare it? Oh God I pray for them. I'm so helpless and I feel there is nothing I can do but pray.
If only people understand, really understand, how precious peace is. How everything, EVERYTHING, that we have now is so precious. The hours we spend laughing and enjoying our time, the lazy hour we spend on Facebook and the good food and homes we have are so very valuable that I wouldn't trade it for anything!
People say if we don't fight for our rights then we are cowards, but fighting isn't the only way to win.
When we do something to protect the things we love, it doesn't matter if the other party wins the battle as long as we win the war, as long as we manage to protect the things we love.


I watched this drama where a man running a restaurant happens to see his wife being scolded by some mafia guys. People would think that the right thing to do is to defend her and fight back but he went in front of them and apologized. He bowed fervently and begged forgiveness. Do you think he is a coward? The gang just laughed at him and left. He isn't a coward. He manage to save the people he love. He cherished his wife more than his ego or his pride.


Sometimes, fighting is not the right way to solve anything. If he fought back, they would come back with more men and just make things worse. We really need to know our priorities and know what is in our life that we care about most of all. (Learn your strengths and weakness as well as the strength and weakness of your enemy)


Muslims during the time of the Prophet s.a.w, sacrificed everything they had for their faith and even their lives. Goes to show that pride, ego and stubborness isn't something worth protecting. It is our life, the people we love and the faith in Allah S.W.T. that we should hold above all else. I remembered one part in the book I read about Saidina Abu Bakar where during the time of Uhud war (sorry if i got this wrong. I don't quite remember), when the muslims were losing the war and many fleed and left the prophet, there were a few men that stayed behind with him. The prophet (in his tent) prayed fervently to Allah S.W.T. for help. He prayed to the extent that he became very weak. Abu Bakar, unable to watch his friend any longer, embraced the Prophet from behind and exclaimed "That is enough, for surely Allah S.W.T. will grant your wish". After that, they won the war. I seriously almost cried (again). The extent of their friendship and their love towards Allah S.W.T. is probably something I am not able to match. I was just so touched.


For surely Allah S.W.T. helps those who seek help from him. He remembers those who remember Him.

~owari
p.s. This is probaly the longest book review I've EVER done (and a day before my midterms). O_O

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