War has broken out in the Middle East and all foreigners are fleeing. Instead of escaping with his neighbors, Adam sneaks off to save his dog, which has been left behind. Lost in the desert, Adam meets Walid, an abused camel boy who is on the run. Together they struggle to survive the elements and elude the revengeful master from whom Walid has fled. Cultural and language barriers are wide, but with ingenuity and determination the two boys bridge their differences, helping each other to survive and learn what true friendship is.
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Prue Mason has written articles for a children's magazine in Dubai, U.A.E., and for The School Magazine in Australia. She is also a science and technology editor for a children's magazine in Australia. She lives in Queensland, Australia.
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By PRUE MASON
CharlesbridgeCopyright © 2004 Prue Mason
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Chapter OneADAM MIDNIGHT IN ABUDAI, DAY ONE
I should be sleeping, but I'm all tense and nervous. Not scared-nervous. I should be, though, because Mum says she rang and told Dad what I did. He's going to kill me when he gets back tomorrow night. But I'll worry about that then.
I can't sleep. I just lie in bed and listen. All I want to hear is that heavy front door pulled shut. That'll mean Mum's really left and gone back to Australia without me and I'll be in the house, alone, for a whole day, until Dad gets home. Yes!
Well, of course, there'll be Chandra, but she's our maid and she's always so busy downstairs cleaning and cooking.
I'm tingly-excited nervous because I can hardly believe my mind-bustingly brilliant brain wave has worked so well.
I can hear Mum moving around downstairs. She's ready to leave, but as usual is giving Chandra last-minute orders. Mum says that Chandra is very honest and reliable, but that her English is not good so she needs to be told things slowly.
Tonight Mum's so het up she's forgotten what she's always telling me and she gabbles at Chandra.
"Adam's father is due back from his flight at eleven tomorrow night," she says quickly. "He'll deal with Adam then, and no matter what that boy says he is NOT to be allowed out of the compound after what he's done. Oh, except to pick up his new school uniform. I meant to get it today, but with everything happening, I forgot. But he's got to come straight back here afterward. Now, is there anything else? Oh, that's right, there's a list of emergency numbers by the phone, and you know if anything happens to the dog the vet's number is there as well." She finally pauses for breath.
I hear Chandra saying, "Yes madam, yes madam," but I know there's no way she really does know what Mum is saying. For sure, though, she'll be shaking her head in that way that means yes, but looks like no.
Sarah, my older sister—who used to be really funny when we first came here—cracked me up when she took Chandra off, saying "Yes madam, yes madam," sounding just like Chandra does. But I was only seven when my dad got a job as a pilot for Abudai Airlines, and we left our home in Melbourne to live here in the Middle East. Sarah was thirteen then, and everybody said she was a brilliant actress. She's given up that idea now and turned all serious and boring. She says she wants to be a journalist instead.
It's funny, though, how quickly we got used to different things, like the way the Indians and Sri Lankans do all that head shaking. It just seems normal now. Like living in a compound is normal.
My mum still doesn't think it's normal to be living so close to other people who work for the airline. Dad says she should consider herself lucky. If she was an Arab woman, she'd be living in a compound with all Dad's relations. But I wouldn't mind living with Barby—that's my grandmother. And it'd be fun to live with some of my cousins. I guess the downside would be that there'd be more people to tell you off when you did something wrong. Plus, there's not much privacy. With all the houses being built around a garden in the middle, everyone can look through your windows and see what you're up to. Mum says it's like being inside a fishbowl. And then there's all the kids running in and out. That's the part I like, because all my friends live in the compound as well, and we can take turns to hang out at each other's places depending on whose dad—or maybe, if we're lucky—whose mum is away on a trip.
My dad reckons that in the future everyone in the world will be living in compounds like ours anyway, with high walls and guards at the gate. He says it will be the only way people will feel safe. I think that'd be brilliant. I love living in a compound.
I hear Mum rattling on again. "Of course, if you need anything, just go across the compound to Margot madam and she'll sort it out—I could kill that boy! But I have to go tonight to get there in time for Sarah's ..." She doesn't bother finishing the sentence, and I can hear her footsteps hurrying up the stairs. Is she coming up to my room?
I begin to breathe deeply and evenly. If she comes in, she'll think I'm asleep. Even though it's midnight, and the car's waiting outside to take her to the airport, I wouldn't put it past her to drag me out of bed and give me another good telling off. She's pretty angry with me because I'm meant to be starting at my new school next Monday. Now I can't.
And she hasn't stopped going on and on about how Sarah's been looking forward to having her little brother back in Australia. As if! She probably just wants to convert me to her latest cause. Dad says we should give her a soapbox for Christmas. I just wish she wouldn't go on and on. Especially when she comes back here for holidays and starts going off about the way things are so superficial over here and how people are so materialistic and stuff. She's always going on about greedy expats and everything she thinks is wrong with modern life here—how it's all about the oil. It's embarrassing.
She used to be fun. When we were younger she could always think up brilliant games. And because she's such a good actress she could take anyone off. For a big sister she was pretty cool, because she even took the blame when we got into trouble, but that was before she went to boarding school and became superior and serious about stuff.
And just because I'm nearly thirteen now, Mum and Dad say I have to go back to Australia and go to boarding school there. They reckon it will give me roots. Like I'm a potted plant or something.
The thing is, they don't understand. I'm different from Sarah. I've got my friends. She missed her friends when she came over here, and she wanted to go back and be a boarder so she could have midnight feasts and pillow fights and all that girls' stuff. But I know what it's like. I know you can't go surfing in a boarding school, so I don't want to go.
My door opens.
"I love you, darling," my mum whispers. But I keep my eyes tightly closed. It could be a trap. If I let her know I'm awake, I bet she'll go on and on again about how I should be ashamed of myself and how selfish I am and how I don't think of anyone but myself.
I just happen to think it was the ultimate, mind-bustingly brilliant brain wave to slip my passport into dad's flight bag before he went off on a four-day trip. It means that now I can't leave Abudai tonight.
I know I'll get a good blast from my dad when he gets back tomorrow night, and he'll probably make me get on the very next flight out of here, but it was still worth it. At least now I've got one more day of freedom.
Chapter TwoWALID PREDAWN IN A CAMEL CAMP ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF ABUDAI, DAY ONE
"Mama! Do not leave me. I am so frightened. Mama!"
She kicks me. It's then I wake and look up at the face not of my mama, but of Old Goat.
He is like the devil with his scraggled beard, streaked with the henna he rubs through it to make it orange like a flame.
I am lying on the ground where always I sleep, and he kicks me again. I think it is from kicking boys that he is always limping, but he is saying that a camel stood on him when he held it at the start of the races. If only I had seen this. How I would have laughed!
I sniff the morning air. It is sharp and sour, full of the odors of the night, of piss and tears. From nearby camps there are the shouts and curses of others as they, too, wake to this new day. Not far from me, underneath a shelter made from dried palm fronds, I see Badir and Mustapha. These boys are smaller than me, and like rats.
Old Goat hisses at me. "Aiee, Walid, boy! Be stopping that screeching like one bint—just like a girl, you are! Maybe, instead of Walid, we will be calling you Bint." He cackles.
Once I had another name. But only in my dreams now am I remembering my life in my home country. In that time, back in Bangladesh, before I came to this camp to be a rakeeba, a camel rider, my mama said I was Emir Saheer, little prince. Now I answer to Walid, which means only "boy."
With quickness, I jump to my feet to stop Old Goat from kicking me once more. As all of my senses return to this world, I see I have been sleeping too long. There is grey light in the sky and all must soon be rising to say prayers—to thank Allah for making the night be over and ask for blessings of the day ahead.
Mostly I awaken first, for it is my duty to fetch water and boil it to make Old Goat's chai. He likes to have tea before his morning prayers.
There was once one other boy, Yasub, who made the chai. He was bigger than me, but he is gone now. He is dead. He told me that Old Goat has been living in this camp for many many years and that he is older than sin, so he cannot die. It is true this old man is dried up, like one in the desert, yet still he lives to drink his chai and beat boys with his camel stick. But no longer does he hold the head of the camel when it is in line for racing. Breath of Dog is doing this now. He is the son of Old Goat's cousin and he is a bad man. It is because of him Yasub is dead now.
Old Goat curses me. "Ah, Allah! Why are you punishing me with this lazy boy? I am wanting chai before saying my prayers, and now there is not time enough. Say your prayers quickly now, and then go to boil water so it is hot when I finish mine."
I turn in the direction of Mecca and kneel with my forehead touching the ground. But instead of saying my prayers, I look up between my hands to the tall tower of Abudai. It is a building that stands bigger than all others in the city, and my mama said to me that every morning, when the sun rises, before she is starting work for a rich sheikh in Abudai, she also would look toward this tower. She said it would help her to know that I would also be looking—that even though we couldn't see each other, we would never be far apart as long as we could both see this same thing.
But this morning its dark shape is like a shadow because I feel so much sadness. I am sad that I am not waking in my home in Bangladesh with my babu and mama, just like in my dreams. I am here, still, in this hot desert land where the sand is grey and drifting with the wind.
I am not wanting the tears to come, for never am I crying. Not since Babu told me to be like a man and never cry. And I do not. Not even when Babu is dying or when Mama is leaving me with the dalals, the slave traders, who brought me to this camp to live. I do not cry when Old Goat is screeching or when Breath of Dog is beating me. Not even when I fall from the camel and lose the tooths in my head. Never am I crying. It is just these foolish dreams that make me remember a time before I came here. Before I became a camel rider.
As I rise, I quickly touch my cheeks. My face grows hot, for it is as I feared. There is wetness.
"Always crying for his mama in the darkness." Old Goat puts his face close to mine. "He is too much like one bint." He spits, and slaps my face. The blow is stinging to my cheeks.
Suddenly the redness of anger is upon me.
I leap at Old Goat and bite his arm. As he squeals like a goat with its throat being slit, I hear the early morning call to prayer.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book is about two different boys were are faced with the same problem. Neither of the boys spoke the same language yet they must work together towards the same goal. What happened was that there were planes crashing into the this tall building in Sudia Arabia and one boy lived in a city but the other boy worked for bad men who raced camels. The boy who lives in the city is evacuated from the city but neither of his parents are home so then he must travel with his friends parents. The other parents have other kids and one is allergic to dogs so the boy must leave his dog behind and he gets mad about that. So when the caravan of vehicles stops for gas he goes into the restroom and stays there. But then the cars leave and forget him and leave him there. So then the boy is left on his own and he tries to go back to his city to rescue his dog and hopefully find his mom or dad. Then the other boy works for bad men and they don't especially like him either. So he tries to run away from them but when he does he meets up with the other boy. Then they work together to try and get back to the city to find safety. Neither of them can understand each other but yet they manage to find safety even though it takes them weeks and they go to many different places.I gave this book a five star rating because there wasn't anything i didn't ike about it. One thing that I did really like was that the author wrote the book in two perspectives, one from each boy. So then you could see what both boy was thinking and wanting to do. Also how it was easy to tell which boy's perspective it was in because each boy had their own font in the book. I also liked how the boys are completely different yet they both want the same thing. I also liked how the boys met each other and how even though they would argue and have different views on things they still worked together to can safely to where they needed to go. So this is why i gave this book a five star rating.
This is a very exciting book!!! I loved the two main characters - two boys who speak different languages but who must get along to survive in the desert.A great read!!
There were times that I liked this book and times that I didn't. It just seemed that the author wasn't very polished at times.One thing that I really liked was the fact that the setting was in the Middle East. It's nice to give kids a different perspective rather than just what they see on the nightly news. I also liked how Adam and Walid were not trusting of each other at first; both were distrustful of each other due to stereotypical reasons.I was a bit put-off by the way the author wrote Walid's thoughts . . . it was kind of reminiscent of the Lone Ranger's Tonto - very stilted and ignorant sounding.By the end of the book, it seemed like the author was in her "groove" - I hope that the author writes another book set in the Middle East.
It is a rare treat for me to stumble upon a book that speaks to the reality of coming of age as a global nomad, or third culture kid (TCK). Prue Mason¿s ¿Camel Rider¿ is one of those treats. The story is about a biz kid living in a compound in a fictional oil town somewhere in the Arabian peninsula, and his collaboration with one of his host-nationals (neither of whom speak the other¿s language) to survive a harrowing journey through the desert.What to me is particularly refreshing about this book is that ¿ unlike books written about traumatized expatriate kids making their first move to their first foreign post ¿ in this book, life in an expat compound in the Middle East is taken for granted as normal. There is nothing exotic or exciting about it from the perspective of the protagonist, until bombs start flying. That is the way living abroad really feels to a Third Culture Kid. It¿s just normal.Layered on top of this TCK sense of normalcy, there is the actual story, as described by the publisher (Charlesbridge): ¿War has broken out in the Middle East and all foreigners are fleeing. Instead of escaping with his neighbors, Adam sneaks off to save his dog, which has been left behind. Lost in the desert, Adam meets Walid, an abused camel boy who is on the run. Together they struggle to survive the elements and elude the revengeful master from whom Walid has fled. Cultural and language barriers are wide, but with ingenuity and determination the two boys bridge their differences, helping each other to survive and learn what true friendship is.¿It is a fun little read, and well worth the effort to track down a copy.