I wanted to love this Islamic centered children’s book about grief, but I found it a bit problematic and misleading. I am by no means an expert in Islamic matters of death or in psychological bereavement, but the note at the beginning of the book- if I wasn’t already going to look at it critically- really raised some warning flags. It says that the book is not an instructional book on Aqeedah, that even though the title and whole story is about a house being built that “the book only expresses the idea that we hope and pray that Baba’s good deeds will lead him to Jannah, that that the rest of the family will meet him there one day, not that he is there already.” So, before you even start the story, it seems that the disclaimer is making it clear that this book is not religiously accurate, and that it is just meant to soothe and provided hope. After taking all that in to consideration, and reading the 26 pages of text over a dozen times, I think I finally pinpointed why the book further reads problematic for me. It is the repeating phrase, “Your Baba has been building a beautiful house for you,” because he hasn’t right? He has built a house for himself through his good deeds in this duniya, he benefited HIS parents by being a righteous Muslim. The words “for you” completely take the book in my head from being a slight suspension of timing where the deceased are, in to be misleading. So if the book is not accurately framed and only to be taken as something “to open the discussion,” what is the point? Why fill it with Islamic references and concepts, if they will then have to be clarified, corrected, and re taught? Sigh, I’m happy to listen to those that want to change my mind, truly I am.
The rhyming book starts out with a mom and two kids being consoled by the text that their Baba has been building a house for them with Allah’s help. That it is amongst the flowers, made with Allah’s powers. That with every good deed he did, their Baba becomes a builder, that there are pure rivers and trees, and that the house is hidden through Allah’s gate.
To find their Baba’s house they will walk with Prophets, and see ripe fruits, and smell sweet musk. There will be rivers of milk and he will carry them above his head. The illustrations on this page are a little off in my opinion the shadows of a person elevating and even the girl looks a little concerned.
I like that the next spread addresses that only Allah knows when the day will come that we reunite. And then the next pages tell how the children can help decorate their Baba’s house by calling adhaan, reading Qur’an, being kind, giving charity, and making duas.
The book concludes with encouraging patience and finding reassurance in knowing we belong to Allah and to Him we return.
With the exception of the one page, the illustrations are adequate and show a mixed racial family. The rhyming lines are rather weak, and ultimately there are just better books out there about grief that don’t have to be so qualified for accuracy.