I recently read this book, Leo Africanus, and it was an amazing novel. While reading, it reminded me of some of my religious life goals. Honestly, I felt like I was that little hijabi, sitting in Quranic school again. The book was surprisingly a nice refresher on life lessons I learned as a child.
In a lot of the novel, he incorporates Islamic lessons, and I couldn’t help do an audit of my life and particularly my deen. As we all know, based on my previous post, that I’m not the most pious Muslimah. My only religious/spiritual goal I have spoken of is being a good person and making a positive difference. I’ve openly spoke about not neccerially caring about marrying a muslim man, and just wanting to live my life without any religous guidlines. But the book reminded me of who I am, and at the very core I’m a Muslimah; I believe and see the importance of Islam and it’s teachings. I just so happen to be a little wild Muslimah and a little too much in the dunya during this particular time in my life. I feel like I’m in a transition from growing out of my rebellious phase and truly figure out what kind of Muslimah I want to be.
A part of the book I keep rereading in my mind is when the main character makes Hajj, and his description of the experience really hit me. I’ve always imagined going to make Hajj with my husband and parents. It was a goal of mine to pay for my parents to make Hajj, I mean it’s the least I could do after all the sacrifices they continue to make on my behalf. I guess I shouldn’t put it in the past tense, because it still is a goal of my mine, that unfortunately, I lost sight of.
Needless to say, I truly enjoyed reading Leo Africanus, and highly recommend it to you all. It definitely made my top 5 book list and brought out a part of myself I haven’t felt in a long time. Like I said in my last post, I have a new flame burning inside of me, igniting sparks of all the best parts of myself.