
At 231 pages this book claims to be for ages 9 to 18 and that’s a pretty large spread for a mystery, yet alone an Islamic fiction one by a first time author. In a tone reminiscent of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, it should really should just say 9 and up, I was hooked!
SYNOPSIS:
Adam and Layla along with their younger twin brothers Hassan and Hakeem from America are visiting their family home of Bayan Bluffs in Midan for the summer. Their grandfather and great aunt and a few long time servants aren’t much entertainment for the children, so their parents arrange for their college friends kids’ Zaid and Zahra from Crescent City, a few hours away, on the other side of Midan to join them. The children get along right away and decide to try and solve a mystery of a hidden treasure that they have heard bits and pieces of over the years. Their search for the Moon of Masarrah starts innocently enough, but quickly escalates as they learn they aren’t the only ones searching for the missing gem. As they learn more about the jewel and the circumstances of its disappearance the gem and the murder of Adam and Layla’s great grandfather get further entwined. With a few of the suspects still alive and many of their family members still in the city, the children soon find they themselves in danger as well.
WHY I LIKE IT:
The biggest reason I like it, is it is well written. There aren’t confusing passages, or too many characters or boring preachy paragraphs. The plot is good, the dialogue believable and the fact that they are Muslim children, just depth to the story. They plan to meet after asr or before Jummah, and they say inshaAllah and mashaAllah, and its just a really good balance of who they are, but not all they are. In retrospect, maybe they all get a long a little too well, but it isn’t syrupy and they have some minor annoyances, so it doesn’t hinder the story. The only thing I caught myself looking back on was the age of the twins. At times they seem like toddlers and at other times much, much older. Even the author says they are “about six years old,” and having a six year old myself, I do believed that they can vacillate to both extremes in any given moment and thus I accepted their antics and let it go. Additionally I wish she included a map. It isn’t confusing, but it would have been great to look back upon as the action speeds up, and would definitely help younger readers visualize the details. The terrain vocabulary for anyone younger than nine might need some explanation. There is a glossary at the end for some of the Arabic words, and for some of the specific ships and weapons mentioned. Their are a few illustrations that I think help the younger readers, they aren’t needed for the story, but they don’t impede it either. I wasn’t crazy about them within the story, but I did appreciate that they show the girls in hijab and the illustrator clearly put a lot of work in to them.

I wish that the cover was more appealing, for a story that was so good, I wish it begged to be picked up. InshaAllah word of mouth will carry the book, so that more like it are written and published.
FLAGS:
None, mashaAllah it is clean and wholesome. There are good and bad Muslims and no judgement is put in a religious context. There is some violence, but it is nothing even a seven year old would find offensive. Alhumdulillah.
TOOLS FOR LEADING THE DISCUSSION:
I would love to do this as a Book Club book for 5th through 8th grade. The writing quality and the different characters the students would be able to identify with, would make it a lot of fun. There isn’t any deep or though provoking discussion points to accompany the book, but I think the genre is hard to come by and Muslim kids seeing Muslim kids solving a crime and going on a treasure hunt, is just exciting. I couldn’t find any study guides or even much information on the book or author, but none is needed to enjoy the story. Farah Zaman if somehow you see this review, know that I hope you keep writing, and I thoroughly enjoyed your book! Happy Reading Everyone!

I really like how when discussing Jannah, they talk about the rivers of milk and honey, and I absolutely loved how they talk about Grandpa (hopefully) being in Jannah and being young and strong. I couldn’t figure out why when in the woods and marveling at nature the characters didn’t use Islamic expressions like, mashaAllah, subhanAllah, and inshaAllah, and when I read it aloud I had to add them when we got to the pages about Grandpa. It seemed awkward not too. The book is clearly for Muslim children, there is a reference page in the back with the ayats from the Quran and hadeeth that tell us about Paradise, and the characters are discussing an Islamic concept, so I’m not sure why their language isn’t reflective of that.













Nadia’s aunt is getting married and she gets to be the flower girl in the Pakistani-American wedding. She also will get mehndi put on her hands for the big event. Her cousins warn her that she might mess up and even in the midst of her excitement she begins to worry what the kids at school will say when they see her hands on Monday. As her aunt prepares the mehndi and the application process begins, various uncles peek in on her and her aunt gifts her a beautiful ring. The mehndi has to sit on the skin for a while to set and as Nadia practices sabr, patience, I couldn’t help but think something seemed off in the story. I’ve been at, in, and around a lot of Pakistani and Pakistani-American weddings, and this story didn’t seem to reflect the tone of such occasions. The book doesn’t reflect the hustle and bustle and near chaos, it doesn’t sound like the tinkle of jewelry and laughter as the women sit around chatting and getting mehndi put on together, the pots on the stove are referenced but not described so that the reader can smell the sauces thickening and hear the pans crashing and taste the deep rich flavors. It is lonely. Nadia is lonely and filled with anxiety about Monday. Durring the wedding she is walking down the aisle and suddenly freezes when she looks down and doesn’t recognize her hands. Her cousins seem to show unsupportive “I-told-you-so” expressions as she searches for some comforting encouragement to continue on. When she finishes her flower girl duties, her grandma asks if she understands why looking at her hands makes her feel like she is “looking at my past and future at the same time.” Nadia doesn’t understand and the author doesn’t explain. At the end she is ready to embrace that her hands are in fact hers and that she will show her friends on Monday. But the reader has no idea how it goes, or what exactly the significance of her painted hands are. The book fails to give any insight or excitement for a culture bursting with tradition at a time of marriage.

