Rebel To the Light: A story of rebellion, liberty, and freedom in an upwards battle. (Paperback)

A day so gruesome the numbers representing it are burned into my head. It was a normal day on the fields, the usual back-breaking job me and my mother had to do. Under the hot Carolina sun, we had to bend down for almost 16 hours a day. Planting or harvesting rice. My mom, Nana Asma'u was an African, she was kidnapped from her village in Liberia. She told me stories of her village, she was kidnapped at around my age while on a trip to the Limba tribe in Sierra Leone.She was a messenger for her tribe, she used to tell me stories of her trips around. But, today I saw her drop dead, she was the only thing I owned but, they took her away from me. I had dreaded the arrival of this day. My mother was working in the field as usual when she saw Sir Thomas, my mom used to tell me he was our "driver", she told me that she hated him. According to my mom, he was on the same ship as her. He had been loyal to the whites and became a "driver", he gets better treatment, he is the one who beats us up. He beat me up every few weeks.I know that he is heartless, he is impossible to work with, he is one of them, even though he looks like us. He was the most hated one of them, he was a traitor.That day my mom fell in the field, she had been ill for a few days. She ruined a patch of land, once Sir Thomas came, I expected him to help my mother minimally as she was ill. Instead, he took out his whip, and he whipped her to death. I saw her, dreading, trying to breathe, covered in blood, she stopped trying to breathe and gave up on her life. She was pulseless, she was, dead. I felt terrified, I could not tell if it was anger or sacredness, but at that moment I wanted to disappear, to die, or to escape. This book was written from the point of view of a young enslaved African American named Amari who starts a revolution for a more just, equal system for her, and her people.