Salahudin and Noor are essentially Pakistani children, even if Salahudin is born of immigrants. I can’t stress enough how his book is clearly a love letter to Tahir’s own life, and how personal it makes the story. Each and every one of these elements plays an irreplaceable role in forming the threads that keep this story intact. I know that she grew up in a motel in the desert, loves older rock music, and is proud of her Pakistani heritage. I love how many aspects of Tahir’s own life are present in this novel. “Today is a poltergeist I’ll chain to the back of my brain, one forever linked to freezing desert wind and dirty asphalt and a loneliness so deep it shouldn’t belong to this world.” And in several journal entries scattered throughout, we have the perspective of Misbah, Salahudin’s mother, as she meets Sal’s father in Pakistan and falls in love. Together, they have to navigate the complexities of their lives and face the consequences of their actions. We also follow Noor, a girl who lives with her uncle who doesn’t want her to recognize any part of her Pakistani heritage and certainly doesn’t want her to go to college. This is a story so richly written that I firmly believe that it can be told by no one other than Sabba Tahir.Īll My Rage follows Salahadin, a boy with a sick mother, an alcoholic father, and a dying motel in a desert. I lost myself in Sal and Noor’s pain, hope, love and grief, desires and fears, and of course, rage. So rarely does a book quite so personal touch the literary world and leave in its wake a trail of self-reflection quite like this one does.
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