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My first and worst reading slump of five months is slowly coming to an end, alhamdulillah!

What can I say about this book that I haven’t already said in my review of Little Women? It is consuming such stories that remind me of why I read: to grow as a human. Fictional books these days don’t do that anymore; they don’t make you feel like a better person or make you want to improve and become one. They act as a means to escape reality, not a means to reflect.

There is so much to absorb and apply from the March sisters, all the trials and tribulations they underwent, their patience and gratitude, their love and duty to their parents—it all resonated so deeply within my heart. This isn’t just a book to pass time with. It is a series of lessons on life, grief, marriage, love, hidden within the messy, emotional and hilarious lives of Jo, Meg, Amy and Beth. I have so much to say, but I think I will just leave it to this: I truly love and admire every single character in this book. They’ve taught me a lot about life and opened my heart to be more contemplative of my actions, especially towards family. They grew and were unabashed of the trials of life and the evil that existed within themselves. They strove for goodness, always. What made this book settle comfortably within my heart even more is because of how Islamic the lessons and morals felt—Islam encourages the exact same values, it is just our modern society that has become so corrupt.

And on that note, I cannot wait to reread this.