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Book Description:Laila, a young Pakistani Christian girl, lives in Karachi's poorest quarter, Issa Colony. The grim circumstances of Laila's life are counter-balanced by her energy, vitality and determination to survive. Nine-year-old Laila is spirited and intelligent. She lives in a slum but she is happy: she's got plenty of friends to play with, and is well looked after by her beloved elder sister, Jumana, while her mother works as a maid for rich families across town. But when Jumana contracts TB, their mother cannot afford the medicines that would save her life. Following Jumana's lingering, painful death, and her mother's emotional collapse, Laila discovers that her feckless stepfather is planning to sell her into prostitution to pay his gambling debts. Running away is her only option. Finding help from unexpected quarters, Laila makes her way to one of the families her mother worked for, and is taken into their household as a servant. There she finds unimaginable luxury, but also great unhappiness within this privileged family. At first Laila's gift for making friends serves her well, but then disaster strikes, and Laila must flee again. But where is she running, and to whom? How can she hide from the terrible violence that threatens her? And how can she hope to find love, affection, and the chance at a normal life? Slum Child is the story of a girl forced to run alone, strong and courageous, to a future that cannot deny her happiness.
About the AuthorBina Shah lives in Karachi, where she works as a writer and journalist, and is the author of two collections of short stories, Animal Medicine and Blessings , and two earlier novels, Where They Dream in Blue and The 786 Cybercafe. Slum Child has been published in Italy where it reached No.3 on the paperback bestseller lists. Her latest work of fiction is A Season for Martyrs, which won the 2010 Un Mondo Di Bambini literary award in Italy. "My mother was someone I hardly knew: the little I saw of her in the late evenings when she returned from her two-hour commute by bus was not enough to convince me of the fact that I'd come from her blood and her body. She seemed more like an aunt or a distant cousin. It was like that in all the households in our street, our neighbourhood - in all of Issa Colony, really. The Colony of Jesus, one of the largest slums in Karachi. We children knew our own mothers, could recognize them or pick them out in a crowd, but whenever I saw my mother, I found myself straining to place her as the person most responsible for me in this world."
