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Asylum Seekers are housed in the giant tower blocks of Sighthill
in Glasgow. A vast unexploded human bomb. The clock is ticking.
"An unrelenting pile driver of a read."
An asylum seeker goes
berserk on the late night streets of Sighthill. Three local teenagers
are hacked to death. The worst riot Glasgow has seen in a generation
rages through the night.
The Israeli Defence
Forces stages a dawn raid on a house in Gaza city. Mahmoud Bishawa,
the most notorious of all Palestinian fighters, is taken into
custody to await trial and execution.
Two events. By pure
accident they happen within hours of each other. Two events that
are in no way related. Two events in two cities thousands of miles
apart.
It is the plan of one
man which draws the two events together. Khalil Bishawa will go
to any lengths to secure the freedom of his brother.
He brings the savagery
of fifty years of fighting between the Israelis and the Palestinians
to the towering blocks of the Sighthill Estate.
He takes the people
of Glasgow into the Red Zone.
"You watch
the news and see the pictures from Gaza and the West Bank and
think it will never affect you. You won't feel the same when you
turn the last page."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Ten years ago I visited
Israel with my family. We spent much of our time in East Jerusalem
and the West Bank. It was a tense time and the people were held
in a vice like grip by the Israeli army.
Despite their desperate situation, we found the Palestinians to
be the most hospitable and friendly people we have ever had the
privilege to meet. On numerous occasions we asked what we could
do in return for the spectacular hospitality we were shown.
The answer
never varied. “Please tell or story. Please tell the truth.”
We duly promised to
do our best. Well, it has taken ten years, but I hope that ‘Red
Zone’ does them justice. I must point out that this is a
work of fiction. For those of you who know Sighthill well, please
don’t agonise over the exact geography.
The place is real.
The tower blocks and places described in the book are not. There
will be many who will feel that I have exaggerated the experiences
of the asylum seekers both in their home countries and in Sighthill.
Sadly I have not.
I couldn’t possibly
have done this story justice without the help of Ghazi and his
family. What Ghazi and his children have endured warrants a book
on its own. But that is their story, not mine. Ghazi lived through
nightmares that most of us cannot even begin to imagine in the
torture rooms of the Syrian Police. Despite all his suffering
he is still one of the most friendly and charming people I have
ever met. I feel honoured to call him my friend.