With 24 thick pages, this 6 x 7.5 inch board sound book follows a young boy on his search for his missing bird. Audio buttons compliment the rhyming lines, with some giving Islamic phrases, In-sh-Allah, Subhan-Allah, and Al-hamdu-lillah, and others animal sounds, as the young boy asks various animals if they have seen his beloved Birdie. The active searching while trusting Allah swt and knowing that Allah swt hears us, the book, spoiler, has a happy ending, as more duas are made. I like that the structure is intentional, so our littlest Muslims can appreciate the pattern, repetition, and anticipate when to push the button for the sound. With solid messaging, fun illustrations, and mercifully an on/off switch for the book’s audio, this book will quickly be a favorite for little Toddlers and their big people alike.
This 93 page collection of 20 short stories is clever and heartfelt as the voice of each piece feels unique in its presentation of something rooted in Islamic culture without any explanation or apology. I appreciated that this book is by a Muslim for Muslims, and the humor didn’t rely on any harsh criticism or judgement to evoke the desired effect. From game show formats to reflective pieces, retellings and even a spotlight on ‘The World’s Best Quranic English Reader,'” my personal favorites are “Istikhara Khala,” “InshaAllah is Now Illegal,” “30 Days Hath Shawwal,” and “How the 28th Night of Ramadan Must Feel.” Undoubtedly anytime a book is comprised of a collection of individual stories, even when by a single author, some will resonate more than others, and some I feel tried a little too hard, but even if you don’t giggle at every story, there is something for everyone. I’d say this work bests for teens and up, there is nothing haram if younger kids want to read. Possible flag would only be that Halloween is mentioned, but not clear if the Muslim character is participating in dressing up, or if due to her Spiderman mask hijab, the day is easier for her to blend in on at school. I’m also unsure how to feel about the fortune cookie framing of the final piece, they aren’t really “fortunes,” just formatted in that way with tongue and check Islamic leaning advice.
If you only pre-order one book this year, it should be this one. If you have never pre-ordered a book, this book should be your first. If you regularly pre-order, don’t miss out on this one, even if you do not have young children, but especially if you do. Am I biased? Absolutely, but the story, the illustrations, the theme, the heart…40 pages fly by and leave readers of ALL ages wanting to dive back in, to be close to the Kaabah, to be searching for cats, and to journey for Umrah in real life. This is why I love Islamic fiction. This is the power of stories, to entertain and educate, but also bring us closer to our creator. SubhanAllah, this book is truly a gift to us all, and that it is traditionally published and widely available just another example of Allah swt being the writer or our rizq and that no dua is too big of an ask, Alhumdulillah.
Zayd and his parents are heading to Mecca for Umrah, and with the knowledge that duas are answered, he cannot wait to ask for a cat. When one appears before the words are even out of his mouth, Zayd is delighted to chase his new Kaabah cat down to take home and play with. Dad has to deflate the dream with a dose of reality though, and as the steps of Umrah carry the story along, we see him work through his emotions and have his duas answered in a way better than he ever imagined.
I love that Muslim kids will see themselves so clearly and unapologetically in this book, and non Muslims will relate to wanting something with their whole heart and realizing that there might be something better than they ever even considered waiting for them. Additionally, with a solid three page backmatter opening the book up to educational avenues, author connection, and insight, sweeping illustrations complete with Palestine, Syria and Sudan flag rep in the crowds, and Shaykh Abdul Rahman Chao named at the start as verifying the Islamic accuracy, this book is a must have to share and enjoy over and over again.
I love funny books for our little Muslims and this one manages to take the kid giggling topic of passing gas and combine it with the educational element of making wudu and what breaks it, in an adorably illustrated way. Mercifully it does not get too “gross” with discussing fluctuance and I absolutely adore that the imam is so patient and kind. Over 32 pages we see Hamza and his friends make wudu, Hamza break his wudu and have to make it again and Imam Mustafa field questions about what counts as breaking wudu and what doesn’t. Perfect for toddlers and early elementary kids learning the basics and reviewing the infractions, my only criticism is the wasting of paper towels. The book is not a manual, and feels like a story, not a fictionalized how-to, but part of wudu is not wasting water, and the amount of paper towels Hamza appears to use in the illustrations is wasteful. The book works great on its own, but I hope if discussion about wudu and manners and bodily functions does take place around the sharing of this story, that not wasting will also be part of the discussion. Perhaps if the author sees this, she might even consider adding a line to balance the Imam telling Hamza to use a paper towel after the first making of wudu, and reminding him not to waste paper, and water, after the second trip to the wudu station. And while I’m making imaginary requests, a pullout wudu poster like the one in Hamza’s masjid would also be a great addition in the future.
I approached reading this 358 page book with a plan: as much as possible I began with no expectations and rid myself of any Lemon Trees comparisons. And after I finished this book, which I read in two days, I have now waited a week before writing this review up, to sit with its lingering effects and takeaway impact. I did this because a YA coming of age book with a female Muslim protagonist in a new school facing Islamophobia, has been done before, the premise isn’t remarkable necessarily (like Lemon Trees), on its own. I also am not a fan of magical realism. All that to say, I really, really enjoyed the book, and appreciate what it accomplished, and the unapologetic Islam and strength of voice it did it with. A few friends remarked that teen them would have loved it, so I’d like to add that 45 year old me, also loved it. The magic realism isn’t a small thread, it is a plot point, and it adds imagery and power to a book that raises the stakes on every level. It provides a balance to the heaviness felt by Jihad’s grief, loneliness, and present bullying. I felt in many ways it also softened the questionable “halal or harmness” of the book. The relationship between Jihad and Jamie does place them in classrooms and cars alone together and sure that close of a friendship between a boy and a girl is not typically encouraged, but I would let teens read this. The book is not overly angsty, emotions are there but no acting on it, in my opinion the focus is Jihad and her finding her strength, which as a Muslim going through so much, is really empowering to see. I think young Muslim readers might find bits of her story that they relate too, but inshaAllah no one is being bullied that hard, is grieving that loss alone, is feeling that abandoned, and coupled with the “magic,” I don’t think that Jihad’s choices will normalize any haram, but rather leave the readers inspired to not lose hope. The book has a lot of Islam, not necessarily a lot of spirituality though, for me it fits with the character and what she is enduring, that she just doesn’t have any bandwidth to feel anything more. The beautiful prose brings you into the character and keeps the focus on the protagonist, the unapologetic positioning is consistent and a reminder to us all that when well done, our OWN voice stories are not just accessible and relatable to us, but to all.
SYNOPSIS: I really don’t want to spoil this book, so I’m going to just copy the publisher’s blurb for the summary portion, you are welcome.
Seventeen-year-old Jihad Dabbagh has always seen life with a heightened sense for colors, one of many magical blessings the women in her family possess. But Jihad’s gift changes depending on her mood. When depression sets in, the world is a colorless oasis, and in the wake of her mother’s sudden death, the world has become a permanent shade of grey.
Broken by tragedy, Jihad’s family doesn’t believe her color loss. Her father sends her to the elite Braxton Academy to finish her senior year. There, Jihad’s name and hijab put a target on her back. Her haven comes in the form of an old sketchbook carved from a tree in her hometown in Syria—a country she only knew through her mother’s stories. Jihad hasn’t picked up a brush in over a year, but finds herself channeling the colors of her hurt, pain, and grief as she paints the story of her mother’s journey in Syria.
When graffiti of that same mural starts magically popping up all over New York, her art goes viral and the world takes notice, the threat of legal consequences is imminent. To reclaim her voice, Jihad will have to paint a new future for herself and Braxton, guided by the resilience of her mother’s story.
WHY I LOVE IT:
I love that regardless of what I would have done in many of the situations Jihad is put in, I can totally see, and argue, why Jihad does what she does. I think that is a testament to the writing, and while some of the relationships or side character arcs might make the most craft focused readers long for more, I was fully seeing Jihad’s world through her eyes, and ok with it. Even when major events happen to side characters, it really feeds in to how it affects Jihad and her character arc and growth.
I love the Islam and unapologetic way it is presented. There was one error about washing the bottom of her shoe while making wudu at school, but the Islam feels very real, the actions, the framing, the practice, the struggles, and it was quite refreshing.
I think in the past we have seen identity books really “other” Islam or culture and this book definitely raises the bar, by not doing that. We have also seen books that normalize haram relationships, or spend page after page trying to position the couple to not be haram at the expense of boring the reader, and I think this book is so natural in weaving it all together, that I really hope it becomes the new standard, and new chapter, pun intended, for YA Muslamic books. The book has threads of “romance,” bullying, Islamophobia, neglect, grief, family drama, violent crime, magic, but for me at the heart, once that all falls away and I sit thinking back, a week later on what I recall, it really is Muslim female strength and empowerment.
FLAGS:
Death, loss, bullying, Islamophobia, abandonment, violence, manipulation, grief, loss, boy girl friendship, threat of sexual assault, threat of violence, unwanted touch, vandalism, graffiti, systemic failure, racism, stereotypes.
TOOLS FOR LEADING THE DISCUSSION:
I would love to do this as a book club read with high schoolers. Let’s make this happen!!!
I’ve been trying to get through this middle grade 304 page book for well over a year, and it has been a struggle. I think the emotional release by the end is well done, but the journey to get there requires enduring pacing issues, truncated plot threads and scenes, magical realism, and some really forced positioning of characters and scenarios that I don’t feel warranted the time and page space to add anything to the key points of the story. When the storytelling was at its peak though, it was enjoyable and heartfelt, and the pages flew by, unfortunately though making the difference in writing more jarring and difficult to get through. I love that the book sticks to the colonizing British being the “villains,” but the individuals themselves on all sides being seen in shades of gray. No easy feat, no doubt, to feature such a wide and diverse casts of Britishers, Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, Parsis, Jains, etc., and to keep from villainizing or glorifying any one group. I don’t know that I understood the point of the magical realism, though, of the no named village, the banyan tree, the kids all being born on the same day, it seemed unnecessary and distancing when trying to connect to the characters and their very real partition of the subcontinent. I love the idea of the book, we need more partition stories that encourage critical thinking, and aren’t all rosy and neatly tied up. I just don’t know that a middle grade reader will be able to immerse themselves in the time and environment with the often choppy breaks in events, and locations, and abandonment of scenes with no context or tie backs provided. There are a lot of names and religious identities that muddle together, and with all characters celebrating each others holidays and partaking in community without delineation, it makes for a lot going on in the beginning, that I think will be difficult for the target audience to digest and get through to appreciate the remainder of the tale.
SYNOPSIS
Told from Jahan’s perspective the book focuses on three kids born on the same day, to families with ties to an unnamed village that can never be on a map. Their births are recorded by a banyan tree and the Muslim Jahan, Hindu Ravi, and Muslim Aisha who is nicknamed Lakshmi, grow up as intertwined as the tree’s roots. The village raises them collectively as Nanas and Nanis and Dadas and Dadis all become elders to the children, at least that is the way I decided to take it when keeping track of all the relations (and I speak some Urdu) got a bit too confusing. As they journey back and forth between the village and Lahore prior to partition, we see the kids and the near utopia that the village represents of all faiths living together and respecting one another. Jahan is becoming a hafiz, and wakes for fajr regularly, Ravi plays his instruments and goes to Temple. As partition looms we see the effects that carving up a country that has been occupied for so long starts to have on the families, the children, the anger and tensions that are escalated and the evil that brews in chaos, all while the characters at the center strive to keep connections and hope.
WHY I LIKE IT: I love that the Islam is not watered down, even if at times the characters blur with partaking in each other’s rituals or considerations, I like that they believe what they believe and it is unwavering and largely uncompromised. I think the book does a good job of separating the collective labels from the individuals, to see that it was a trying time that brought out the best and worst in people of all ages. Craft wise, I just struggled with the going back and forth from Lahore to the village, the build up of planning the games and contests and pranks that had no baring on the story because they would just end and not be threaded through for a purpose or character growth or even resolved. As a result it just made the story wander and for me, at least, often lose interest. I loved when the trio was all in Lahore and thwarting the gang, solving a mystery and being the amazing clever detectives. Most of the scenes of them just being together were delightful and I wish they would have been connected better, the justification of why they were together and how their families all aligned to get them together were just unnecessarily exhausting.
FLAGS:
Violence, death, people being lost, people disappearing, angry mobs, ghost trains, birthdays, girl boy friendships, celebrating each others holidays, lying, boys dressing as girls to sneak in to a gangs hideout, lying, sneaking, anger, riots, music, talk of possible reincarnation, magic.
TOOLS FOR LEADING THE DISCUSSION:
I think this book would be a great supplemental assignment to a lesson on colonization or partition. If read in a small group I think a lot discussion would be needed to help shed light on the politics and ongoing repercussions that still persist and would make for a great conversation and critical thinking exercises. I would not be opposed to shelving the book, but I think once the topic and tempting cover have been exhausted, most middle school or even middle grade readers will lose interest before the story gets good, so to speak, and I can’t see many kids reading this independently to its completion, although I do hope I am wrong.
First published in 2024 I have been anxious to get ahold of this Muslim manga, and curious why no commentary reviews seem available for the book that recently released in the United States. After reading the book, I think I know, readers, myself included, aren’t quite sure what to make of it: does it skirt the line, really close, to being shirk or cross it? Does it take an Islamic concept and just twist it for fictionalized exploration? Is it a Sufi read, and thus not palatable to those that don’t practice that way? The book is just an introduction, it leaves off on rising action and so much of the aforementioned questions are left very vague, with nothing to back up any argument one way or another. As someone not familiar with Karamat and walis (other than in wedding environments), I felt uncomfortable with the premise of the book, and despite my 5th grader asking about it, I did not hand it over. The art is fantastic, I love the concept of going to a different realm to battle nafs, but again we don’t see how it is developed to know what results from that thread. The book does mention Halloween when costumes appear, presumably there is an error as it has Wira having a female pronoun on one page, when he is a boy, but it could be indicative of something more to come in the future, and there is bullying, dishonesty, and very choppy scenes, which perhaps are manga style, admittedly a genre I’m not familiar with as well. As a result, please look through the inside pages I am sharing, and decide for yourself if it is a good fit for your family or not, clearly this review is indecisive based on my own limited knowledge of manga and karamat.
The book follows Wira, his sister Hiba and some cousins as they train in martial arts, deal with bullies, and play video games. Wira, additionally dreams of being amazing like the Prophets, being a wali, and having powers. When he encounters a hermit in the jungle who has unworldly abilities and a retinue of animals that serve as spies, he and Hiba are whisked away to the Spiritual World of the Hearts. Once there they lose Master Rashmad and meet Master Hikmah. The book abruptly ends with promises of volume two to come.
The buildup is rather disjointed at this point, it is unclear why bullies and video games and a martial arts tournament and money woes have been presented. I don’t know if I will follow up with a second volume to get answers, but I did feel that even with my own lack of knowledge, just putting some thoughts out there and some inside pages, families could be better equipped to decide if the book is a worthwhile investment.
This gorgeous boxed set is sold as a unit, so I will review all three of these 20 page, thick 8 x 8 board books with two pop up spreads in each, in one post. Each book features Huraira, a little gray cat, taking our littlest Muslims in to Masjid al-Haram, Masjid al-Nabawi, and Masjid al-Aqsa. The factual beautifully illustrated books share basic details and information about each location, often breaking the fourth wall to keep the reader engaged. The backmatter of all three features a spread with key facts, a “Check your knowledge” quiz, with answers, and finally a spread featuring activities. Much like the author’s first series, this collection is both informative, easy to engage with, and spans a wider age than the typical board book. Adults and children alike will enjoy spending time in the pages learning about and reflecting on these three important masajids.
The series does a good job picking and choosing key facts to share without overwhelming the pages, and readers. The illustrations also complement the text and make it easy to understand and remember the details such as the al-Aqsa complex being more than one structure, the Rawdah being between the minbar and the Prophet’s house, and showing the Haram without it feeling like a Hajj book.
A few pages of the Masjid al-Haram book are a bit text heavy to look at, but the lines flow, and I don’t see them being cumbersome. I was surprised the books sit backwards in the thick cover, but overall the quality is solid, both in structure and in content, alhumdulillah.
I love the idea of this book: kids saving a tree by working together, set in Palestine and calling for freedom, homage to “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom,” the girls’ soccer/football team providing reinforcements, but alas the words are muddled, the rhyme painfully forced, and the counting of players in positions, a little awkward. I think the point is fun with numbers, but a little plot of why the woodcutter is called to cut the tree, or who hired him, and thus why he feels the burden of apologizing, would have really gone a long way to make the book cohesive. I also wish the backmatter was more about Palestine and the destruction of trees rather than the lengthy bios of the author and illustrator. With a little telling of the story and not reading the words as written, editing as you go, and some practice, the book can make for a decent read aloud and provide teachable moments about Palestine, teamwork, resisting, and soccer. If you really work to sell it, the book and the numbered soccer players can also be a bit of silliness and fun too.
The book starts horrendously. The first page, or rather the first two lines should have been the inscription and the third line completely removed, as the first page makes no sense. Had the story started with the second page and the “let’s play ball” sentiment, readers wouldn’t immediately be confused and off put going in to the story. “Someone silly once said: ‘Kids don’t have fun when their trees are gone,’ but that’s just silly,” un no that isn’t silly, it is actually the point of the book.
The remainder of the book is in fact the soccer/football team climbing up the tree to keep the woodcutter, who is sleeping, from chopping down their olive tree when he wakes. Eleven players going up to protect, and with the girls team joining that makes 22. Two goalies, a whole slew of defenders, and forwards, and midfielders, and when the woodcutter awakes, he has a whole lot of people to apologize to.
As to why the woodcutter was there, why the change of heart, why the need to apologize, why there is only one tree in the first place, and why the kids love this tree, sigh, we will never know. Free Palestine, though, and Save the Trees.
The book is not OWN voice for the author nor illustrator, and there is no religion in the book save a few hijabs in the illustrations and a masjid and church lingering in the background.
I listened to this book on my work commute, to and fro daily for weeks, Aicha would go about her day in Portuguese occupied Morocco and I would go about mine, and as the hours built, I realized this book has no plot, there is no building up for something, it really is just the two of us going about our days, granted, hers is far more interesting, but rather plotless just the same. There is world building of life under occupation and the rebel forces her family is a part of, there is even foreshadowing about who she is, but I do not, and did not, have prior knowledge of the myth the story stems from. And the more I listened and the closer we got to the approaching “siege,” the more I felt like I was mislead with the promises of what the book would be. Before I continue, there will be spoilers, and I admit while I was listening to it, I wasn’t bored, the pacing is off but the prose is lush and descriptive, albeit overly telling at the expense of showing, but none-the-less listening to it in 15 minute intervals twice a day at 1.5x speed was not a a burden, and was often enjoyable. Had I been reading it though, I think I would have dnfed mid way through after skipping pages at a time.
The front of the book says “Temptress, Monster, Warrior.” She is in love with Rachid, they are in a relationship, chapter 19 is a pretty intense, very adult, and mature, open door testament to that relationship, the occupiers threaten sexual assault, but she is not out flirting or tempting anyone, she is often dressed to look like a boy and disappear into shadows. Is she a monster? She has a jinn tied to her, so I’m going to say no, she is not, the jinn is blood thirsty and perhaps a monster, but the book title is her name. The daily musings, 352 pages, over 10 hours, are her life, the jinn doesn’t get top billing until the end. As for the warrior description, sure, she is a rebel, who trains at the hands of her blacksmith father, but the book is also teased as a female rage story, so when coupled with the term, warrior, why does she have to have Rachid step in to fight for her at the end? She couldn’t beat Duarte? She didn’t get to exact her revenge? Only once Aicha was dead was the jinn freed and the jinn given the pleasure of killing him-which cheapened the expectation and made the whole book feel misleading.
I also didn’t like on the back it saying, “Aicha is the story of Morocco’s warrior goddess,” the term
“goddess,” distracts for me how much Islam really is in the book. I loved how much actually. The book from the very first Author’s Note Flag Warning positions that the characters are Muslim, but they are not examples of Islam, and I might buy the book just to screen shot how fabulous the warning/statement is. The characters are Muslim through and through and that made me have a soft spot to keep listening. I’ll even admit the hasty nikkah to make it halal was emotionally charged, and nice to see.
Craft wise, aside from the lacking plot and slow pacing, I’m not sure why one chapter switched perspectives to Rachid, it felt sloppy. I don’t get why the siege wasn’t more robustly fleshed out, why the open door sex scene was so long, (I could just be a prude, and I’ve never done an audio with spice, so yeah, I might be unreliable on this point), and why did they all have to die, if it was so devastating in real life, we need backmatter to feel the weight of these characters. I will probably read anything future the author writes, so I own that, and I truly did enjoy the commentary on colonization and occupation and the last line of the backmatter being, “Free Palestine!”
I listened to the audio of this book and did not have access to the text of the book, so forgive misspellings of characters’ names.
