Allow me to preface this post with a video that, albeit irrelevant, is very the awesome. And please excuse my bad grammar. Oh yeah, the video's in Malay.
Now on to the real post.
I have been reading it on and off for almost a year. Not because the book is uninteresting. Au contraire, the book that is written in Malay is a very engaging read. It's just that my failure to manage my time well has resulted in me not being able to finish the book in one sitting. But enough about me.
The book offers an insight into the musings of the author, much like us reading a person's compiled blogposts in book-form. And the musings of Ustaz Pahrol will have to be labelled as nothing less than powerful. There were a few chapters that even made me shed manly tears (during a public train ride with me exposed to all the other passenger's judgement).
It has definitely left a mark on my heart. If I could, I would read the book all over again, but other books on my "to-read" list await, so it is with great reluctance that I return this book to its owner (yes, I borrowed it for almost a year. Don't judge me.)
May peace and blessings be upon all of you.