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The Teacher of Nomad Land–a child’s survival
The Teacher of Nomad Land: A World War II Story
by Daniel Nayeri
This is the story of two Iranian siblings, thirteen year old Babak and eight year old Sana, orphaned and separated during a time when their neutral country is being invaded by forces competing for Iranian oil—British, Soviet, and German. Add to that mix the Poles, the Jews, and the native nomads who don’t recognize any country as delineated on a map. Their various languages play an important role in this story. Babak has two goals—to become a teacher like his father and to take care of and stay with his sister.
Written for children, this is a fast read for adults. Instead of the horrors of concentration camps, The Teacher of Nomad Land focuses on the lives of the children as they to try to find “family” and dig within themselves to find what it takes to survive. In the Traveler, a friend of their father, they discover a kind man who tries to help. There is also a British soldier they bond with. Their lives are complicated by a mysterious man who is seeking a Jewish boy. All three children are put in danger by this situation. Babak’s resourcefulness is successful in dealing with the Soviets who halt the progress of the nomads in transitioning their herds to their winter home thus demonstrating his value to the nomads.
This is an age appropriate book that does not go into detail about concentration camps and home invasions. On the other hand, it does not shy away from the hunger the children suffer and the danger they face from other people. It highlights the communication problems when there are so many languages; and it shows how, despite being part of an army, individual soldiers can be nice to the local population. While Babak, as the older child, has much of the spotlight in this book, Sana also shines in certain situations with her creativity and ability to step up when things go bad. I was impressed by both characters at their positive attitudes, not allowing themselves to be overpowered by a victim mentality even when cold, hungry, tired or aching from long walks or sleeping on the hard ground.
Rating: 4/5
Category: Historical Fiction, Middle Grades
Notes: 1. Written for children Ages 8-12. Even though the reading level is for that age group, it may be too advanced in terms of understanding the political, geographical, linguistic, and social backgrounds. Discussion with an adult would be helpful for some children.
2. Included some helpful additions: a map, author’s notes about the political setting and the language barrier, and information on the Persian alphabet.
3. The book ends with “Further Reading” which lists nonfiction books for various ages.
Publication: 2025—Levine Querido
Memorable Lines:
“It might have been fair, but it wasn’t right.”
Everything is all at once. Our lives, these moments that change our lives, they all happen so fast.
Teaching is like sitting with a young person and encouraging them to only listen to the good angels in their mind and not the evil ones. But you can’t force them.
The Wind in My Hair–compulsory hijab
The Wind in My Hair
by Masih Alinejad with Kambiz Foroohar
In her memoir The Wind in My Hair, Masih Alinejad, in exile first in Great Britain and later in America, tells the struggles she had and all Iranian women still endure with laws in Iran that make wearing the hijab compulsory from age seven. The “morality police” in that country take this law over what women wear to the extreme. Women can be beaten, flogged, and jailed if even a strand of hair escapes the hijab. Women who have resisted this compulsory law have had acid splashed in their faces and have been incarcerated, tortured, and sometimes raped.
Masih tells her personal story of an impoverished, but mostly happy, rural childhood with conservative parents. Always a bit of a rebel, Masih was expelled from high school in her final semester and jailed for belonging to a small anti-government secret society. Later as a parliament reporter, she was banned from the parliament building for asking the wrong questions.
In exile Masih worked tirelessly and sometimes under threats of violence for the rights of women in Iran. There are more issues involved than compulsory hijab, but that is a visible sign of the control men have over women in Iran. Masih used the tools of social media, especially Facebook and Twitter, to broadcast her positions in Iran where the government controls television and newspapers. The movements she started were given exposure internationally via the Internet.
Masih is highly critical of female politicians and government employees who visit Iran but are unwilling to bring up women’s rights in official discussions and wear some version of head covering during their visit. Masih made recordings of Iranian families’ stories about their dead or missing loved ones called The Victims of 88. Brave women flooded her social media accounts with pictures of themselves without the hijab in the interest of freedom. The Wind in My Hair is well-written by a journalist-storyteller who has lived the story she tells. It will grip you and not release you as you ponder the freedoms you currently enjoy in your own country.
Rating: 5/5
Category: History, Memoir
Notes: Perhaps because she was not raised American, perhaps because she is a journalist, Masih’s perception of current politics and reporting in the U.S. seem somewhat skewed. She clearly understands that you can’t trust reports in Iran, but does not seem to realize that there is censorship in the U.S. by big business, politicians, and the media working in concert. That viewpoint does not change the importance of her analysis of the Iranian government’s control over its people following the deposition of the Shah.
Publication: May 29, 2018—Little, Brown, & Co.
Memorable Lines:
“The Americans are coming to steal Iran away. They’ll kill us all.” I really thought we’d face another war immediately. It was not rational, but, like millions of Iranians, I had been brainwashed by the daily propaganda on the national television and radio stations. I thought it was only Khomeini who was strong enough to stand up to the greedy U.S. capitalists. Many years later, I discovered that Khomeini was a coldhearted dictator who ordered the execution of thousands of Iranians.
I didn’t even know what charges I faced. No one had read the complaint against me. I had no lawyer to defend me. I was forced into giving a confession, and now all that remained was for this judge to pass a sentence. It didn’t sound very just. Later in life, I discovered that there is not much justice in the Islamic Republic.
There is a predictable cycle in Iranian politics, as predictable as the weather. Every year, for a few months, the government relaxes its grip and some actions are tolerated—women can show a few inches of hair under their head scarves, or men and women can actually walk together without being married, or the newspapers can publish mildly critical articles. Then, just like the dark clouds that gather in late autumn, the freedoms are taken away and transgressors are punished.


