In many ways, Marie Younan's A different kind of seeing: My journey is a standard memoir about a person overcoming the limitations of her disability which, in this case, is blindness. It's told first person, chronologically, from her grandparents' lives through her birth in Syria to the present when she is in her late 60s and living in Melbourne. However, there are aspects of her story which add particular interest, and separate it, in a way, from the crowd,

One of these aspects is that Younan's story is not only a story about blindness, but about migration and cultural difference. Younan is Assyrian, and was born, the seventh of 12 children, in the small village of Tel Wardiyat in northeast Syria. Her maternal and paternal grandparents moved, variously, through Turkey, Iran, Russia, Greece and Kurdistan escaping genocide and persecution before they all ended up in Tel Wardiyat. In her own life, Younan's family moved to Beirut, but with some of the family having already migrated to Melbourne and civil unrest increasing in Lebanon, more of the family applied to migrate to Australia. Younan herself was initially rejected because of her blindness, so, while her parents left for Melbourne in 1975, she returned to Syria, before moving to Athens to an older sister. Finally, in 1978, and now in her mid-20s, she was granted a visa for Australia joined her parents and family. (What a kind nation we are!)

If this wasn't enough challenge, Younan's life was also affected by her conservative upbringing. The book starts with a little prologue chapter describing how, at the age of 7, she came to properly understand her difference, that she is blind:

it dawned on me that there was a 'thing' called seeing that everyone else could do except me [...]

It was the day my life as a blind person began.

We gradually come to realise that Younan was, as a child, doubly disadvantaged, because, while she was brought up lovingly, nurtured by parents and siblings, she was excluded from so much that could have helped her develop as a person. She was not allowed to go to school; she was not allowed to go to big family events like weddings; and when a doctor suggested a corneal transplant for her when she was 10, her grandmother and father refused, because they didn't believe such a thing was possible. Further, when at 12, a relative offered to take her to a boarding school for blind girls, so, she tells us, she could "learn something and grow up with knowledge", her grandmother and father again opposed it. Her father said,

'I've got 12 children, and I'm not sending one to boarding school, especially if she's disabled.'

She was heartbroken, asking her mother why not, as she didn't "know anything about the world, or about life", and badly wanted to. And yet, she expresses no bitterness in the book towards her family. Indeed, she dearly loves and respects them.

Anyhow, she arrives in Australia, highly dependent on her family and functionally illiterate.

I have spend a lot of time on this first part of the book because not only is that early life so interesting in its difference from my own life, but because it lays the groundwork for the astonishing changes she made in her life, with the help and inspiration of others, after her arrival here. I'm not going to detail all that, but will simply say that largely through the mentorship of a man called Ben Hewitt (to whom the book is dedicated), she was introduced to various services, organisations and people that resulted in her learning to read; learning Braille; studying psychology and later interpreting; travelling around Victoria speaking on behalf of the Royal Victorian Institute for the Blind; and working as an interpreter, including for refugees through Foundation House. It's an amazing trajectory - and one told quietly, and with humility and respect for her family and for all who helped her on the way.

It's not surprising that she's been described as "Ben's biggest challenge and his best success story". His role in encouraging her, in turning around her thinking from "I can't" to "I can" cannot be underestimated, because by the time she met him, Younan had a desire to learn but very little confidence in her ability to do so.

For all its straightforwardness, though, her story does have a little mystery. Younan was not born blind, but became blind when she was a few months old. Just what caused her blindness is a little question that runs through the book, and I'll leave it to you to discover, but well-intended actions by a much-loved grandmother were involved. It's a heartbreaking story of mistakes, accidents and missed opportunities, but Younan, if she resents any of it, has the grace to focus on what she has, not what she hasn't or what might have been.

Now, you may have noticed that this book was written "with" Jill Sanguinetti, who has appeared here before with her own memoir. Younan met Sanguinetti around 1988 at the Migrant Women's Learning Centre, when she joined sighted migrant women in a Return to Learning class. Sanguinetti was the teacher, and explains in the her Introduction to the book how she and Younan had stayed in touch after the class finished. Some years later, they "decided to work together to write the story of Younan's life and educational journey". Younan is, she writers, a "mesmeric storyteller", but with one thing and another, it took 8 years to finalise the book. There were "many cycles of telling and writing, re-telling and re-writing", and it shows in the end product, which is tight and keeps focused on the main theme of Younan's journey from a dependent, innocent young girl to the independent achiever she is today.

A good - and relevant - read.

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Marie Younan with Jill Sanguinetti
A different kind of seeing: My journey
Melbourne: Scribe, 2020
214pp.
ISBN: 9781922310256

(Review copy courtesy Scribe.)