Thursday 7 April 2022

Home Truths with Lady Grey – a character interview with Mona

And now for something completely different - as part of the blog tour for Katherine Blessan's new book Home Truths with Lady Grey I decided to interview one of the book's main characters and I created my own cafe which serves Lady Grey tea for us to meet in!


I choose a table in the cafĂ© in the corner and sit so I can see the door. I’m a little early.

                Mona is easy to spot when she arrives, with the olive complexion from her Iranian heritage and long dark hair. A toddler walks besides her with the kind of confidence that only a three-year-old can possess. I smile both to make her feel welcome and because I have the feeling, she is the sort of person I could so easily be friends with.

                After all her daughter almost shares my name, although she goes by the name Za Za which seems to suit her bubbly personality.

                Mona and I both order Lady Grey tea, another good sign in my book.

                She settles herself down, the drinks are placed in front of us and she removes the paper from Za Za’s fairy cake. Sprinkles fall on the plate like fairy dust and the child is captivated.

                “So, Mona, tell me a little about your family?”

                “My parents are Farah and Iskander Shirazi. They were born in Iran and moved here from Iran in the mid ‘80s. My sister, Pari, is a couple of years older than me. She is married with two kids and is very career minded. I’m married to James and we have bonkers little Za Za, as you can see here.”

                “What was it like growing up as an Iranian girl in Sheffield?”

                “In many ways I had a normal childhood, and because it was normal for me, I can’t really compare it to growing up non-Iranian. But Sheffield was less multicultural than it is now, and there were a few times when I was so embarrassed by my Maman’s dress or by my parents’ faith traditions that I just wanted to do my own thing and be like everyone else. I think that was mainly fear of other children’s reactions though, rather than anything about being Iranian in itself.”

                “You have a faith, different to mine. You are a Muslim and I am a Christian, but I feel we have much in common. How does your faith impact your life?”

                “I know there’s a God who cares about me and guides my life. That gives me peace. I’m not very devout, as my Maman frequently likes to remind me, but I feel the certainty of Allah’s presence like a rock.”

                “Ask me a question now!” squeals Za Za not wanting to be left out.

                “Hmmm.” I pretend to think deeply. “Tell me about your favourite toy?”

                “Meme my favouwit toy. Sometimes naughty but always love.” Za Za holds Meme’s hard little body up in the air then snuggles her against her chest and closes her eyes. Then she opens them again and gives a cheeky grin.

                Mona drinks her tea, enjoying the way her daughter is engaging with me. Once Za Za has finished her answer Mona hands over her phone to keep her daughter amused and tells me about her friend Jennifer.

                “She’s very kind, actually, and thoughtful.  On first impressions, she doesn’t come across that way as she can be a bit defensive, but I like her directness, the way she doesn’t pretend to be something that she’s not. It’s refreshing.

                “The way Jennifer’s life experience shapes her is also fascinating. She’s been through a lot in her time, but doesn’t come across as bitter. She was bullied at school, experienced sexual harassment and now she’s got Motor Neurone disease.”

                Our meeting is brief, we say our goodbyes, Za Za waving a twirling as she leaves which makes me smile.

                Once you break through Mona’s shy and quiet demeanour, she is so easy to talk to. Her friendship with Jennifer is an intriguing one, an accidental first encounter followed by a more formal arrangement. How much we all have to learn from one another if we only take the time to listen and put aside our prejudices.

 

You can find out how Mona and Jennifer become friends and about the challenges each of them face by reading Katherine’s latest book Home Truths with Lady Grey.

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Thanks to Katherine for answering my questions as if she was Mona (and Za Za)

Saturday 2 April 2022

What DOES Jesus look like?

 Anyone watching the latest series of Killing Eve?

Hopefully I won’t give away any spoilers but I want to start by thinking about the visions Villanelle has of Jesus.

For those who have never watched the show or have no idea what I’m writing about I shall give a brief resume.

Villanelle is a psychopath, a ruthless killer who works for a shadowy organisation as an assassin.

Her dress sense is incredibly flamboyant and for a murderess there is something endearing about her, she seems a little lost, in need of mothering but I don’t think she would make a good daughter or a faithful best friend. She would put you on her hit list if you just looked at her in a funny way.

The fourth and final series begins with her “finding God” wanting to prove that she has turned over a new leaf. She uses her extensive charms to join a church, even moving in with the kindly vicar of the parish. She is desperate to get Baptised, for all the wrong reasons, and actually belong to something good for the first time in her life.

This is when she starts to see visions of Jesus, her own version of Jesus, Jesus in drag.

To be honest I’ve avoided looking up any reaction to this but I suspect there is some outcry from the more conservative quarters that this image of Jesus is blasphemous. I’m sure if this series was on the BBC at a specific time rather than streamed on iPlayer it might have got more reaction.

However, I take a different view as I think we all have a tendency to make Jesus in our image to suit ourselves and make Jesus relatable.

The Victorians were fond of portraying Jesus as white with glowing blonde hair and clear crystal blue eyes and that image has pretty much stuck for many people.

One day on our church Facebook page I dared to post an image of Jesus that was black and someone got very upset about it. But each culture has their own idea of what Jesus/God looks like, basically we like to make Jesus someone we can identify with, usually with our own colouring and style.

Ethiopian Last Supper (anonymous)

Peace, Be Still by James He Qi (1998)

No one knows what Jesus really looked like as there are obviously no photographs from that time but one of the the best approximations I’ve seen is this image by child prodigy Akiane Kramarik, amazingly she was only 8 years old when she painted this! WOW!

Prince of Peace

Then there is this model by Richard Neave which never claims to be Jesus but a representation of what a Jewish man of that time and place might look like. It is far removed from the the blonde haired image we so often see.

Model by Richard Neave  2001

Jesus might not look like us but if we are made in God’s image then each of us displays something of God and his son Jesus in our essence. The family resemblance is not in looks but something in our personality - our caring nature, our creativity, the sense of justice or wonder we possess, the ache of compassion, the joy we experience seeing a sunset or hearing good news.

I refuse to be offended at Villenelle’s vision and likewise didn’t get upset when my bother bought me a dancing with Jesus bobbling figurine at Christmas. Was it a present meant to provoke a reaction? It just made me laugh, as I’m sure God does when we often get things wrong in a crazy way, not when we do something blatantly sinful on purpose.

Our own childish view of Jesus is like a child’s stick figure drawing. Perhaps God has hundreds and thousands of these images stuck on his giant fridge and each day as he passes he smiles benevolently at our crude likenesses.

I’m sure God has a sense of humour and can take a joke far better than the rest of us and see the funny side when it doesn’t mean harm. God has broad shoulders and one day we will see him face to face and perhaps then he (or she) really will have the last laugh at our shocked faces.


A long time ago on a blog post far far away I wrote this poem called Jesus is an Action Man - if you enjoyed this you might like this too CLICK HERE to read it.