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But one day an order came to burn all of the books in his village. Asaf never forgot that day even though it happened 70 years ago.
In the village of Lahij high in the Caucasus mountains today. The problem was that the books in his village were written in an alphabet that the new leaders in Asaf's country didn't like.
The books were written in Arabic script, an alphabet that had been used in that region for more than 1, years. Imagine having to start over and learn a new set of ABCs and forget the old ones! And what if your favorite books were burned just because they were in the old alphabet that some people thought was "wrong"?
I was 10 years old and had just finished 5th grade. Making copperware is a traditional craft in the village of Lahij. Even today, it's difficult to travel the mountain roads to reach Lahij. In winter months when it rains or snows a lot, it's too dangerous to drive, even with a jeep or a four-wheel-drive vehicle.
The narrow dirt road hugs the side of the mountain. You have to be careful not to get too close to the outer edge, which drops straight down to a river far, far below.
There are no guardrails on the road to keep you from driving right off the side of the mountain. As a child, I remember how excited we used to be when visitors came to our village. One day I was sitting on our balcony when suddenly I saw seven men galloping up on horses.
No one knew what they wanted. We learned that they were government leaders. They told us to gather at the village square because they had something to tell us. Bring all your books from your homes.
Don't hide a single one of them. If you do and we find out, we'll put you in jail.
Bring all your books by 5 o'clock today. Then we'll make a big fire and burn them. But we loved our books.
Azerbaijan was not free like it is today. The new government that ruled over us wanted us to read books that were written with a new alphabet. They didn't want us to read the Arabic alphabet anymore because our Holy book, the Koran, was written in it.
The government didn't want us to read the Koran and practice our religion anymore. They didn't want us to believe in God anymore. But other books were printed in Arabic as well-not just the Koran.
We had used the Arabic alphabet for 1, years.Just for Kids The Day They Burned Our Books by Dr. Asaf Rustamov.
When Asaf Rustamov (pronounced AH-saf ru-STAM-ov) was a young boy, they didn't have television or . The Day They Burned the Books is a captivating story that uses symbolism and imagery to complement the themes of racism, self-acceptance, and the unkindness of love.
In Jean Rhys’ The Day They Burned the Books, a younger French female second-generation immigrant of the Caribbean narrates it. It became quite clear that after reading Rhys that both analysis has overlapping elements in analysis that lead to the similar interpretation of the story.
Book burning is the ritual destruction by fire of books or other written materials, usually carried out in a public context. The burning of books represents an element of censorship and usually proceeds from a cultural, religious, or political opposition to the materials in question.
Jean Rhys’ “The Day They Burned the Books” is centered on the conflict of cultural identity. The narrator and her friend Eddie are both English descending children growing up in the Caribbean. The narrator is a full blown white English girl while Eddie has an English father and colored mother.
The Day They Burned The Books Jean Rhys’ “The Day They Burned The Books” is a short story narrated by an anonymous young girl about Eddie and his family, including his abusive father and tortured mother.
Eddie’s father, Mr. Sawyer, fancied his library and later on died of unknown cause.