Until We Meet Again in Jannah by Laki Isra

Within 3 days I had read all 21 chapters, now that’s a first.Īfter reading the blurb online I was instantly drawn to this book, like I just HAD to purchase this. If only miraculously someone could create a movie out of this story, life would be made! This is one book I have thoroughly enjoyed reading to an extent where I wanted to continue reading it but then I never wanted it to end! The struggle was real. I can somewhat relate to the main character (maybe not through most aspects but from the faith perspective for sure! There is surely a little part of Saira hidden within us all). I must admit it’s certainly up there amongst my faves. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title.Now for someone who’s more of a poetry reader, this book for me was a huge leap of faith! Will I enjoy it? Will I relate? Will it be worth the purchase or will it just be one I pass on and forget about? – So many questions this one book smashed back answers to pretty quick. Saira’s journey of self-discovery is a testament to the binding powers of love and memory, and her tale is a must for lovers of contemporary and international fiction. In Jannah is a moving and utterly human story of one woman’s defiance in the face of tradition.

Saira has come a long way-and for what? Little does she realise, the roots of love go deeper than she ever suspected, and home is never far away. She thinks of Omar, of how at night’s end, dawn blossoms.

and she remembers too the earth-shattering decision she made that night, the series of betrayals, the fury that drove her and her mother into exile. She dreams once again of home: the village the sunny vistas her kind, sweet mother. After a disastrous incident involving her beloved husband Omar, Saira spirals deeper into herself. How I longed to be that bird soaring high up in the sky, touching the clouds with not a burden in sight. Though there are no bars on the windows, she is a prisoner here-a caged bird. These are strange lands, and from her vast London apartment, Saira peeks out at the streets, at the people, and at the grey English skies, so unlike the vivid oranges and purples of home. It has been a year since Saira was driven from Bangladesh, but the memories do not abate.

Until We Meet Again in Jannah by Laki Isra