Can things become as complicated or as simple as we want them to be?
This was such a confused book. It looks like being written by at least 5 different people. On one page the author is ecstatic, fun and lively, and on the next page it is dark and depressing.
Even if you just ignore the haphazard structure of the whole narrative, this looks like a complain book rather than a memoir.
The worst part is identifying with every single character from Quran, which looks like a force fit since the author has not given anything from own account, and just keeps borrowing from other sources.
Maybe not worth a read.
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