I usually love memoirs, especially by women. I also love to read about people of different cultures. This book was not good though. I read it in two days, not because it was great... I started speed-reading when I realized how awful it was. Even writing this review feels like I am giving this book more time than it deserves.
I generously give this book two stars because I found the trip to Mecca, Saudi Arabia, for a Hajj, the great pilgrimage, interesting. CRAZY and dangerous, but interesting.
The beginning is self-indulgent whining, and doesn't pick up until chapter 4. The author uses dialogue to explain what jihad REALLY means... striving in the way of Allah. Funny, my kindle dictionary did not have that as a meaning.
"It's the same permission given to British soldiers by the Queen or Government to fight those countries and kill those that have wronged Britain and its people."
"Yeah, like the World Wars."
"Yeah... Those that died fighting in the wars became war heroes."
"Yeah, they did. They were heroes. Saved the country."
(She then uses the dialogue to explain that the 9/11 terrorists were twisted bastards, not jihaadis.)
The dialogue is all so, "oh so... yeah... and this... yeah, I get it." Her attempt to make the conversation sound real made it sound like I was listening to my middle-school students.
We get to experience the miracle of evil jinns pushing an unignited coach up a hill.
"They have powers where they can travel big distances in super speed. They make themselves look like anything, a tree or... a person."
Oh, and before the Prophet Mohammed, females were oppressed and exploited. But when he came, he spoke for females, giving them rights and equality.
It also appears there is a very good logical reason for the way the females dressed (and still dress). "There was never any intention to oppress women. Women didn't feel oppressed!"
Her very logical reason for the way women dress and the separation of men and women, told again through twitty dialogue, did not convince me.
"It was realised that because of the dangerous magnetic attractions between men and women, to avoid further destruction, they'd need to be controlled as much as possible." Women were just advised to stay at home with the children... not ordered!
The book would have been so much better if the author's attempt to educate the readers had been straight-forward rather than in cheesy dialogue. I still wouldn't have bought it all, but it might have been easier to read.
By the end of the book, I was hoping for some good feeling, but no. The author is not happy and will never be happy. She goes about her life knowing she is not happy, but she knows that she will find that happiness in the afterlife. She describes this afterlife happiness all like a Disney fairytale, complete with waterfalls of honey and seas of melted chocolate, white wings sprouting from her sides with a click of her fingers, the man on a white horse. That is when she will know true happiness.
There were MANY grammar and punctuation errors throughout the book, which I tried to keep when quoting from the book.
So, even though I love memoirs, and I love learning about people from the middle east, I did not love this book. I did not even like it.