She often reasoned with herself and questioned things she didn’t understand in a bid to find answers, while trying to navigate between culture and religion and being British. She also discovered more of who she was and gained new perspective on life and culture. Her experiences during the arranged marriage process helped her to find a deeper love and understanding of God and her Islamic faith.
It didn’t matter what she was talking about, I had images and scenes in my head of the people she met, places she travelled to, her family and not forgetting the Buxom Aunties… At least this was my experience as I read every page. The Author is skilled at creating an image in the mind of the reader which makes it easy for the reader to picture themselves present wherever she is or to imagine a scene or place she is talking about. When she cried I cried, when she laughed I laughed, when she was angry or sad, excited or disappointed, I felt the same. It was like I was right there with her every step of the way. And even though I could barely relate to the experience of an arranged marriage, I couldn’t put this book down and I couldn’t wait to know what happened next. She endured endless matches with several suitors along the way, only to be disappointed, heart-broken and at times frustrated with the arranged marriage process. I felt like I knew her – such a reflective soul – quite like myself in that regard. Love in a headscarf is a memoir about the Author’s journey of finding ‘The One’ through an arranged marriage. It offered more than just the Author’s journey to find love – her ‘Prince Charming.’ So many layers – love, history, Islam, culture. A brilliant read! It went beyond my expectations. I was hooked from the moment I read the first few pages.
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