Somewhere far away, in the land where the soil is strewn with jasmine petals, and where the air is filled with a blend of spices and ash, the fates of two women intersect. One of them dreams of motherhood, but her body—poisoned by the aftereffects of a man-made technological catastrophe in her childhood—cannot carry a child. The other escapes her home by fleeing, already bearing a baby under her heart—without a plan, without support, and without confidence that there will be a tomorrow.
In a labyrinth of narrow city streets, a clinic hides—one that for many years has helped people like them: some to find a family, others to get a chance at a more resilient life. But one day, in this carefully calibrated system, something goes wrong. As in the story of King Solomon’s judgment, the women end up on opposite sides of the truth in a painful dispute: who of them is the true mother? The one who carried the infant in her body? Or the one who is ready to give up everything for him with her soul?
“The Nursery Song Factory” is a philosophical mosaic novel about the cost of motherhood, about justice, love, and freedom. The story speaks in the voices of all who are involved, but the author leaves it up to the reader to decide whom to believe—and who is right in the end.