This book started off a little over dramatic for my liking and I thought to myself, “I hope this book will not be a huge Muslim / Islamic bashing monologue”.

Turns out it wasn’t. Reading Amrou’s painful journey of trying to find a sense of belonging is something I’m sure we all can reflect on at some point in our lives.

What I enjoyed most about this book was finding solace in being Muslim and living it on your terms.

Islam is supposed to be diverse, diverse in people, culture and in thinking. Yet we are made to believe (mainly growing up from my mother, my father was of the total opposite opinion) that it’s regressive, subjugating and difficult. Any institution that comes off this way can only chase you away.
Is it unsurprising people often rebel in the worst ways when you’re made to feel chained up physically and mentally?

I’ve had to realise by myself and conversations with my father (RIP) that Islam is really easy. It’s a way of life. Make it what you want, you can make it fit you. It always will.

This really resonates with what Amrou was going through, (he has been through much worse tbh) you can belong... and belong on your terms!!

Faith is personal! I repeat that over and over again. We are not in this world to police over one another, but support each other.