I’m going to say something controversial but not unexpected given my reputation as a queer-friendly Muslim and rabid Arsenal fan: everyone in this book has terrible taste in football teams. I was somewhat mollified by the fact that the actual football-playing scenes are really rad, tho the conceit that losing a competition would reflect poorly on the star player is a convenient nonsense that, fortunately, is not brought to any illogical conclusions here.
And that’s the genius of this excellent Young Adult novel about a Pakistani Canadian teenager struggling with his sexuality and faith: none of the conclusions feel glib or unrealistic or even overly dramatic. Everything in this book feels very real. And I’m saying that not only because this book was inspired by the author’s own life, but because I’ve lived through many similar experiences myself. I might not necessarily agree with everything our titular protagonist decides on (possibly because I come from a much less constipated school of jurisprudence than he does. Like, the prohibition on music and birthday parties made me lol, even tho I recognize that plenty of hardliners are against both,) but I do agree with him that Allah is the only one who can judge a person, and that it’s better to live and let live than to police those acts that don’t actually curtail others’ lives, liberties and pursuits of happiness.
Anyway, this novel tells the tale of Ramin Abbas, the eldest son of immigrant parents who’ve enrolled him in the conservative Muslim but academically rigorous Hikma High School. He’s dead set on getting into pre-med at NYU so that he can a) become a pediatrician, and b) check out shows on Broadway. His parents frown on music, and it’s probably best not to talk about the way his dad freaked out when Ramin tried on one of his mother’s hijabs and lipstick when he was much younger. Their family only eats halal and are all regulars at their (also) conservative mosque.








