I.J. Sarfeh - Medical Fiction

In the Name of Islam

Held captive at an isolated farmhouse, Dr. Morgan Reese is forced at gunpoint to perform surgery on an Afghan calling himself the Holy Imam. Reese soon suspects that the Imam is a threat to national security. Thus begins the deadly battle of wits between the two antagonists. Caught in the crossfire is the Imamís nurse, Miriam, a devout, nonviolent Moslem. In a makeshift operating room, Reese finally faces his nemesis, knowing only one of them will survive.

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In the Name of Islam is a roller coaster ride that brings up many emotions. I found myself angry at Dr. Reese for being such a typical American and accusing the men who kidnap him of being terrorists just because they are dark-skinned Middle Eastern men with bushy beards and machine guns. I am angry at the kidnappers for being exactly that, terrorists that initiate this type of stereotyping. Miriam brings humanism to the story. Her religious beliefs mirror the terrorists, yet she does not believe in killing for Allah. In the Name of Islam takes you on a thrilling ride from start to finish.

Reviewed by April Sullivan for Reader Views (12/06)
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In the Name of Islam: An attention grabbing introduction and ample suspense--I. J. Sarfeh writes easy. Morgan Reeseís life as an esteemed surgeon takes a perilous spin when an obviously demented faction demands his services outright. And though Dr. Reese tells them exactly where to go, a strange little man on his tail has a few other ideas. When the good surgeon sets out for a habitual jog, he does not envision the poke of metal against his rib cage, a couple of silencers or his subsequent kidnapping and rapid assurance of death.

Dialogue flows. The author does well an Arabic accent. An interesting surgical section in this September 11 remake with a twist affirms the authorís medical background. Despite a well captured mood and atmosphere, city lights, swathed by an ochre haze, an all too predictable plot and a certain bias of fundamentalists, depicting them all as inherent Satanists or imbeciles, blast the edge away from this novel. Reading it, one wonders (and promptly decides) which to treat as a fallacy: the outlook of terrorists as screaming nuts with bullets and bazookas or calculating intelli-units capable of high precision do or die missions. The novel is perhaps topical, not sufficiently original to stand out, yet somewhat engaging in its own right.

Eugen M. Bacon
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