Monday, November 26, 2007

Week 3 Post A

prostrated: lying face down on the ground, as in token of humility, submission, or adoration.



protuding: to thrust over; cause to project.



Appeals:


  1. "I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd live to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me.{...}You didn't even have the decency to give me the time to say good-bye to Mullah Faizullah" (50). This is an emotional appeal in the sense that Mariam finally stood up to Jalil for being "ashamed" of her, he really made him guilty for doing this.
  2. "And she felt for the first time a kinship with her husband. She told herself that they would make good companions after all" (77). This appeals to the sense that it is suprising that Mariam feels good about her marriage. I mean she was forced to marry a man that is almost three times her age and it is weird to think that she could actually see him as a husban.
  3. "Now you know what you've given me in this marriage, Bad food, and nothing else" (94). This is an emotional appeal. Even though Mariam worked very hard and cooked meals very well, she was treated poorly, by Rasheed, her husband. He couldn't get over the fact that she couldn't deliver a baby, to replace his son that died,but that was no reason for him to beat and disrespect her.

Quote:

"His powerful hands clasped her jaw. He shove two fingers into her mouth and pried it open, then forced the cold, hard pebbles into it. Mariam struggled against him, mumbling, but he kept pushing the pebbles in, his upper liip curled in sneer" (94).

Significance

The significance of this quote is to show how hostile her heavy-tempered husband is, and is also significant, because Part I is wrapped up by this event. Mariam's life really couldn't get any worse, her father, Jalil betrayed her, Nana died, she is away from Mullah Faizullah, and she was forced to marry a forty year old jerk, while she is only fifteen.

Theme

Sometimes a person's place in society is out of their hands.




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